Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32736241-20170731232051/@comment-32736241-20170804112331

The bar keeper was standing on the second floor watching everything and everyone like a hawk before seeing a gentle girl covered in wool walk in. When he heard her calling for the owner, he whistle to one of the few waitress working to fetch her and take her to his office. He walked back into a room and sat down before the small sheep girl met a rather weird looking humanoid that had brown scales like a snake, lizard or dragon. She had no wings and her body did not sit on top of a snake tail, so she had to be a Lizardman. "Come with me, little sheep." She spoke to her as she was loud enough for her to hear but not too loud to be over talking everyone. The Drunken Snake was full of life, people cheering, laughing and enjoying themselves in what matter they can. Some would slap the buttsame of the waitress walking by where others just focused on drinking. The lizardman took the sheep girl up the stairs and stood by the door she was to go in. "The owner of this place is in this room. Good luck." She spoke before going back down to the mob of people drinking.

The storm blew, ripping at his clothing and pushing against him, from time to time. It was trying to push hime back or knock him down as walkingood in this storm slowed him down. Anytime he would expose flesh well being in the storm, he felt it cut the expose area as the salt from the sand blows into it. The Cursed Borderlands was clearly not for the weak and he can tell how bad it could get.