Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7974155-20141004121438/@comment-24684131-20150416193302

"Nope. It is. Far fewer people with a stick stuck up there piping." Liath answered with a smirk. His outfit had become more casual, having ditched the jacket, undone the bowtie which now hung lim around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt undone and the sleaves rolled up. He had taken a seat on the bar itself, his feet resting on one of the barstools as he tipped his pint back and drained the last of the amber liquid.

Marrol and Grayther had left with the older guests, one having a shop to open the following morning, and the other - having had enough of such activities - decided to escort her home.