Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140127015003

The guard saluted back and resumed his post at the gates, whistling cheerily as the gates swung shut behind him. Makoru wondered if all the guards in Falkreath were that friendly, and for a moment thought of moving back to Skyrim, but soon banished the thought from his mind. One thing at a time, Makoru, he thought to himself.

"There's an inn right there. I'll rent everyone a room for the night and get us something to eat, and from there we'll have to plan our next move," Jack said with a quick glance to Claudius, who was obliviously mixing potions. "Stroggvir, if you could find a farm where we can keep the carriage until tomorrow, that would be much appreciated," he added, once again resting his hand on Anwen's shoulder to keep her from falling off the carriage as it rolled to a stop outside of the Dead Man's Drink.

Makoru gently scooped up Torene and stepped off the carriage, followed by Claudius, who hopped off and offered Paris a hand, then walked her towards the door. Makoru stepped into the nearest room and set Torene down on the bed, then put the pouch of potions and knapsack on the end table opposite the bed. He then stepped outside and tossed a small coin purse at the innkeeper, not caring that Jack had offered to rent them rooms. He could take care of himself.