Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-29559990-20141230020512

The door slowly opened, and a man in heavy black armor that looked to be made of leather entered the Inn. His face was hidden under an equally black hood. All he did was lean up against the wall and look down at his boots.

No one seemed to notice him, except for Borskar, whom got up and walked over to the hooded man and take a spot next to him.

"Is Maven down in the Rataways?" Borskar whispered to him.

"Aye." The man responded. "We got lucky this time, lad. Best to not rely on luck the next time around."

"We won't have to, Bryn." Borskar said. "Not if your men are as good as you say they are."

"You're gonna question the skill of the guild? After all the times they had to bail you out of some easily avoidable mess?" The man snapped.

Borskar replied with a grunt, and said "Give em time to eat, then we'll head down". He then returned to his seat and ordered some Venison.