Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-25808351-20170104051429

"Just checking Cynd, that's all." Marcus retuns his attention to the cigars section, a relatively small selection. Picking out a three of the pecan flavored, he puts three silver peice on the counter next to the hulking bag of Cyndwella's money. He scans the Dwarf as she stares dumbfounded at the massive bag.

"Well, I'll be outside smoking." Marcus retires outside while Cynd does business inside. He strikes a match on the soul of his boot and lights his new cigar. Immediately the scent of pecan fills the air as he draws from it.

"Not bad." He says while watching the Dwarves work away.