Post by Fergus Cousland on Sept 18, 2012 6:29:45 GMT -5
How long had it been since Fergus had actually bathed?
Hell, even the people of his own court thought that he needed a spray down. But they did know one thing, and that was to keep Fergus Cousland as far away from political issue as possible. They had been giving a lot of excuses for him, and people were starting to ask questions. Thus, leading away from the favor of the people.
Just because Fergus had been restricted did not mean he would abide by the courts personal laws. He had already been to the docks on numerous occasions. Next to no one knew who he was, well lets be honest, no one did, that however did play to the courts favor. Why one would ask, because Fergus had turned into a very unpleasant individual. If one person were to walk by him who was not used to the smell of a brewery would have just gotten drunk by the smell of him. Of course that let out the now drunk and nug humping Fergus come out to play.
Throwing back the last of the brown liquid in his glass he looked to the tender again, “Another!” He said rather rudely under his even worse condition, but still Fergus thought that he was his best friend under any circumstances. “You sure you need anymore of that mate?” The barman asked Fergus, mostly on a whim. “Ohh, Of course I do mate!” Fergus replied sarcastically. The barman smirked at him for a small moment before making him another. “You’ve been coming in here for the last few weeks, doing nothing but drinking, tell me, where is your vomit hole?” He asked Fergus with a thick Orlasian accent, who had passed him a raw glare, “Look you, barman! I pay you, isn't that enough for you to buy your shoes?” Fergus told him. The barman shrugged with a nod, passed him his glass, and went back to cleaning the bartop.
“That’s what I thought.” Fergus followed with, before he turned his attention back to the patrons. There were actually a good amount of people in the inn this evening, which surprised Fergus. At this point he kind of wished that Leliana was here, but she left him as well. Which was only the tip of his worries right now, but no he would wish her here, he would not place any sort of blame on her right now, nor would he ever. Well that is what he told himself now. He was starting to be toxic to himself and everyone around him. He took in a another drink from his glass as he peered around the inn again.
[/size]Hell, even the people of his own court thought that he needed a spray down. But they did know one thing, and that was to keep Fergus Cousland as far away from political issue as possible. They had been giving a lot of excuses for him, and people were starting to ask questions. Thus, leading away from the favor of the people.
Just because Fergus had been restricted did not mean he would abide by the courts personal laws. He had already been to the docks on numerous occasions. Next to no one knew who he was, well lets be honest, no one did, that however did play to the courts favor. Why one would ask, because Fergus had turned into a very unpleasant individual. If one person were to walk by him who was not used to the smell of a brewery would have just gotten drunk by the smell of him. Of course that let out the now drunk and nug humping Fergus come out to play.
Throwing back the last of the brown liquid in his glass he looked to the tender again, “Another!” He said rather rudely under his even worse condition, but still Fergus thought that he was his best friend under any circumstances. “You sure you need anymore of that mate?” The barman asked Fergus, mostly on a whim. “Ohh, Of course I do mate!” Fergus replied sarcastically. The barman smirked at him for a small moment before making him another. “You’ve been coming in here for the last few weeks, doing nothing but drinking, tell me, where is your vomit hole?” He asked Fergus with a thick Orlasian accent, who had passed him a raw glare, “Look you, barman! I pay you, isn't that enough for you to buy your shoes?” Fergus told him. The barman shrugged with a nod, passed him his glass, and went back to cleaning the bartop.
“That’s what I thought.” Fergus followed with, before he turned his attention back to the patrons. There were actually a good amount of people in the inn this evening, which surprised Fergus. At this point he kind of wished that Leliana was here, but she left him as well. Which was only the tip of his worries right now, but no he would wish her here, he would not place any sort of blame on her right now, nor would he ever. Well that is what he told himself now. He was starting to be toxic to himself and everyone around him. He took in a another drink from his glass as he peered around the inn again.
