Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140607115511/@comment-27783182-20140615170000

(Poor Vignar T_T)

One of the waitresses walked towards a figure on the other side of the campfire facing Orynjolf.

"You need a drink?" She asked.

"I would like an Argonian Ale and some Cliff Racer." The figure replied, in an Argonian accent and deep tone.

The waitress gave the Argonian what he asked. He started to drink, looking at Orynjolf from time to time.