Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140703144312

Slowly wandering through the streets, this came to an end when Wynne saw a building that might suit her needs. Walking in the pub titled 'Schrodinger's Ursa', she immediately identified the owner. Or manager, which didn't matter. Weaving though the tables just enough to not bump anyone, she reached the bar.

"Do you have accommodation here?"

The man before her looked like he'd seen some action, but was still young. He almost gave her the vibe she felt from herself. Glancing around, her eyes spotted the pictures over the fireplace. Seeing his age in the photos, the man now, and the distinct lack of the other people in the photo, it seemed likely that they had parted because of a less than pleasant experience. 