Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190612010403

The man lifts a hand to steady the grey dog-woman and soldier as he picks up a cleaning rag from his table and cleans himself up before standing and towering over the guard. He then calmly unfastened his cloak and handed it and his hat to the Hellhound. "Would you be a dear and hold this for me?" He politely requests before winding up and sucker punching the militia man in the gut before grabbing his hunched over body by his collar and belt and throwing him into his friends out the swinging doors of the tavern. "That was a 15,000 gold Arachne silk cloak you just soiled with a twelve silver mug of ale!"