Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141002013324/@comment-29559990-20141003003911

Andol inched towards the Bartender, handing him a fairly large coin purse.

"I think this should cover the cost of a new table... and the top room?" Andol whispered.

The bartender took a Septim out of the bag and examined it, then placed in his safe. "You better keep that kid under control."

"Of course...." Andol grimaced, unsure if he could control the rambunctious and soon-drunken Mercs.

Andol climbed the stairs and called out "Will my men please follow me up here?"