Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-8359653-20140120062052/@comment-8359653-20140122181714

Vakar glanced a last time at the waitress as she left his table, then began drinking again, stopping from time to time in order to listen to the people around him. He was surprised by how much he had missed this type of evenings, sitting in taverns, drinking, eating, instead of working for some Breton noble who thought he could order him around at will. He sighed, drank the last sip of ale and stood, taking the pouch of coins and the dagger while doing so. He then looked around the room for a last time before heading for the stairs, whistling, simply happy to be free to do whatever he wanted for some time.

''Tomorrow I'll let the smith have a look at my weapons and then go to the alchemist's shop. I need to restock on poisons'', he thought, while he slowly climbed the stairs, heading for his room.