Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170317023235/@comment-26383377-20170321063218

"Another round."

"But sir, you already had-"

"Another. Round."

Arthas tapped his finger against the counter impatiently as the bartender filled another mug with ale. He grabbed the mug, and took a large swig, before shakily placing it back on the counter. Some of the ale had spilled on his cloak, but he didn't mind, he didn't care.

After a good ten minutes of drinking, he stood up, and staggered out onto the street. He noticed that he left his sword back in the inn, and staggered right back inside.