Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170701032740/@comment-26383377-20170707201928

Edward finished the last sentence on his journal entry. He got up and shut his little collection of memoirs, before heading out of the room.

The weary mercenary descended the tavern steps, yawning every so often. He finally reached the ground floor, and realized that he was quite early. This was not an issue, for he enjoyed the peace and quiet of an empty inn.

He waved to the familiar Kobold bartender, "Good morning" he yawned once again. "Anything available on the breakfast menu?"