Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20180916181256/@comment-25808351-20180922234524

Marcus pushes the mug of ale aside, a scowl on his face as if a personal insult had been cast to him. “I don’t drink throw away ale, mage. Drink your own ale.” Marcus then shoves the mug back to the mage. “I’ll get my own drink....”

Marcus flags down the Hellhound and asks for a mug of ale and a bottle of rum. Though it seems the sell sword isn’t paying attention to the current events, in reality Marcus is watching the fanatics carefully and listening to everything they say.