Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-5543592-20131223040733

"Aye, boss."

Daithi dismounted and walked into the city. His shining Mithril armor turned some heads, but that was about it. He walked into the silver blood inn, and approached the husband bickering with his wife from the front of the counter,

"If it's not too much trouble, sir, I need keys to your three best rooms." Daithi put what looked like thirty-five septims on the counter.

The man drew his attention away from his wife and nodded to Daithi, "Of course."

Daithi turned around and walked into some one wearing ragged hide armor, "The blood of Markarth is silver," said the man in armor.

Daithi gave him a weird look, "Err, that's great." Daithi walked outside.