Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-24012109-20170127022036

Not even a response. Not even a light glare in his direction. It seemed futile and pointless to get the person's attention, so he turned elsewhere, spinning on the stool around. A woman walked up the stairs, though he didn't really take much note of it. There was an odd feeling he had seen her recently, but maybe she was a traveler as well or it could have just been a sense of deja vu. Whatever the case was, he disregarded it.

"Oi, Barkeep. You seem to atleast be talkative. You know any interesting tales of treasure in this area? And while you tell me, you mind serving me some Grog? Could use some with the snow outside.", putting some Lien on the counter as he hunched over some.

As he said that though, he thought about walking in on that murder. He figured that once the heat calmed down, he'd try and head back there. The odd shredded and scattered body pieces of that victim still struck his mind as something supernatural, but he figured it wasn't the first time he had witnessed someone getting butchered. Still, the image made him wonder if he should try to solve what or who was behind it, perhaps after hearing what said Barkeeper has to say.