Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150724223316/@comment-5583506-20150725181034

Shakti stumbled down the stairs with a dazed expression on her face. If anyone wanted an opportunity to see a drunk Khajiit wearing monk robes and a disguised spear, this was it. She collapsed next to the counter on a chair and rubbed her forehead.

The bodies from yesterday were gone. She assumed that the innkeep had seen to it that some shady "authorities" had made sure that not a single trace of yesterday's incident remained. It could hurt Berbrand's business.

"Don't tell me you are going to drink again?" he asked the Khajiit, although it sounded more like a plea.

Shakti giggled pleasantly. "Nope... But she do want some plum juice unless that Argonian has brinking it all."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind, just give Shakti some plum juice."