Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140928225929/@comment-768817-20140930021612

He had found many leads in his quest for immortality, in inns, and taverns.

He had walked for almost a day, to come upon a High Rock town.

He knew not the name of this village, nor did it matter.

He walked through the town to the tavern, without seeing man, nor mer, nor any other living soul.

He entered the establishment.

It was small, silent, and nearly empty.

Three people were present:

The barkeep, a meek, unamused man, wiped clean a mug, of dust.

An elderly man in a robe, like that of a mage, sat in the back, slowly sipping wine.

And finally, a strong chined, Nord warrior, clad in steel, a steel with a blue tinge to it, with an amulet of sliver, hanging from her neck, sat at a table on the other side of the room. Her armored legs on the table, and her eye's grey and tired.

He decided to approach the:

A. Barkeep

B. Old Man

C. Shield-Maiden