Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150822030556/@comment-25924729-20150927121049

(i shall imagine this as background music)

Walking into the bar was like walking into a different world altogether. The transition from gloomy and dark cobblestones to a room full of rowdy men bathed in an orange glow from small lamps, in various stages of drunkeness and consciousness, was unnerving, but welcome.

Choosing a table near the back of the tavern, Lyko was approached by a plump woman taking his order. Of course, he was underage, but nobody seemed to care. Besides, if anyone questioned, he could just lie and say Hebline was his guardian.

Getting a recomendation from the waitress, Lyko found himself staring down a bottle of "Hammerhead Hammer." Apparently the tavern's owner's naming skills were just as bad as his drawings. When he asked about the name, the waitress retorted "Ever been hit with a hammer boy? Well, this stuff brings you pretty darn close to that feeling, you'll see..."

Carefully, he took a sip, and went completely rigid for a moment.

Then he was chugging down the rest of the drink, tail whipping furiously. He thumped the empty tankard on the table, red faced and smiling with an expression of drunken bliss.