Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140717145533/@comment-3293219-20140720171120

Jaryl didn't seem to notice Julie, he had his mind set on the task at hand, on what he was going to do, over the next few days.

''Wh-Why am I doin' this? I could... N-No... It'll be fine...''

"Can I help you?" The owner of the tavern snapped at him, cutting right through his trail of thought and bringing him crashing down to reality, to the moment.

"N-No... I mean, yeah, we'd like grape juice and..." He looked over to his wife, suddenly feeling kind of guilty about ordering ale at this point.

"Two grape juice..."

The Bartender nodded and left them as he went to get the drinks, mumbling something about 'outworlders' as he left. Jaryl sighed, feeling kind of stupid as he turned back to Isis, with a pained look in his eye.

"You feelin' alright?"