Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20130902171551/@comment-768817-20130903015556

Imir walked into the Ragged Flaggon, he looked terrible, under his eyes were dark, the shoulders of his coat were still wet from the rain, he sat on the bar, and Vekel prepared a mug of what he drank almost every morning, hot cider and Colovian. He thanked Vekel. He took scarce sips of the warm drink. It was now morning.. But there were still a hundred thousand things that could happen before tonight.. And he still had a hundered thousand choices to make..