GrimReaper98
Lord of Altera
*The innkeeper pours multiple glasses of ales and meads, spreading them around the table for people to claim for themselves. His ears hear the insult, it piercing his mind like a knife. He steps backwards one step before his voice becomes deeper and his eyes becoming wide.**yawns slightly, after which requests finest wine the tavern has to offer, then proceeding to slowly watering his mouth with it and checks the taste*
Indeed, I did not know that the finest inns of Altera are capable of selling such worthless liquid, that came from Port Silver's sewers themselves... By the plague, 'tis disgusting.
*after that, he continues to slowly sip the wine*
"You insult my wine do you! I would love to see you right now hanging on a noose with your ribs ripped out if you don't stop this feckin' behaviour! You are in my inn, not some horrible alleyway. So if you're going to talk like that... I will personally rip your throat out."
*The innkeeper grumbles as he stands back, his eyes scanning around and watching the rowdy drunken men converse with each other.*
"I said ya will get the 'thieves', even that hooded thing that was ratted out by her friends!"