Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20160403073608/@comment-26130256-20161116063115

Uriel slowly walked his way back towards the docks, the world around him pleasantly buzzing. The rumors about his favorite beer were entirely correct, and the quartermaster decided to capitalize on the occasion. And the tavernmaster was even willing to sell him a small barrel to bring with him aboard!

If the man had any sense of music in him, he would have been singing. Instead, all he could do is whistle his favorite sea shanty. Poorly. So off-key was his whistling, that a more educated man would have thought that Uriel had transposed the tune into an entirely different key, for whatever reason. Hopefully, none of the crew thought it meant he was more drunk than he actually was.