Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25912051-20141228180509/@comment-5518614-20141229224424

(I personally am all for the hub comprimise thing but I don't want to pass up on a prospective roleplay just cause of some clutter cleaning rules. Anyway...)

Andelaen sat in the corner drinking her milk, confused by what was happening. First she had come in to this inn for no reason, she wasn't even thirsty, and definatly did not want to draw attention to herself. Then a blabbling mage had insulted her deeply by comparing her with the thalmor, while she listened in a shocked status. Finally the same loony mage had apoligezed to her out of what seemed to be a sudden burst of concious. Today was a strange day indeed.

Looking around the inn, everything was very typical of a Nordic inn: tables, a large fire place that was very easy to burn yourself by, a very open bar, and kitchen. Even those strange cupboards that were left unlocked and seemed to be only for aesthetic purposes, but contained random items inside. Very odd.