Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180716035529/@comment-33200767-20180829223037

"Well, nice you see you too." the voice growled to him. he murmured something through the window. "no, I'm not here about Bachund's bar tab. there are soldiers in there." he murmured something again to whoever was at the door. "Listen, I don't have time for this, so open up before I break the door down!"

he reluctantly unbolted the door, revealing a muscular, scantily clad dragoness, who bore a massive scar from her left eye to her right heel. on her back was a curved longsword, nearly six feet long.

"listen up, I know that you cowards are in here. I can smell you. So get your good-for-nothing hides out here before I have to carry you out! and I want every able-bodied adventurer and mercenary out on the field as well! Payment will be distributed as seen fit... If we make it out of this mess." her eyes lingered on Astalia before she unfolded her wings and flew off.

the tavern sat in silence before one soldier grumbled, "you heard Emerasa, boys.. let's move. Better to be butchered by the dead than be the captain's toy." the men around him grumbled in agreement before trudging out the door, followed by some others from various tables.