Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-8359653-20140120062052/@comment-8359653-20140122000213

After he finished eating his quick dinner, Vakar, 600 calories happier, observed the room around him. Not many people here, but that's why he had chosen this tavern in the first place. A group of three Bretons on the table next to his were argueing over something, a couple of Nords and Bretons sat at the bar, drinking and yelling and insulting the Reachmen, a Redguard sat at another table, probably a mercenary, judging from his look, maybe a trade caravan guard.

"Hey sweetheart" he hissed at the waitress when she passed next to him. The girl turned around, smiling half-heartedly. She was probably used to this kind of conversations and tried to do her best to seem nice. "You can bring me another pint of ale. Oh and..." Vakar opened the pouch kn the table, took out twenty septims and gave them to her before going on. "... it would be nice if you could help me afterwards. You kow, I have an old rusty sword that needs to be taken care of..." The Breton girl still smiled and said "I'm sorry, but I have to work all night long. Maybe another time, sir?" but she nevertheless took the money. "Your ale comes in a second."

Vakar hissed at her as she turned around, more annoyed than angered. The thought of slapping her butt crossed his mind, but in the end he took his dagger and began playing around with it. He took a brief look out of the window. The tavern was rather simple, very simple in fact, but the view was wonderful from here. He could see the steep cliffs that led down to the river, and the darkening evening sky above.