Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-5583506-20150610012421

Ra'Mira could sense the tense atmosphere around her and so loosened her last bottle of Cyrodiilic brandy from her belt. She licked her lips as she raised the bottle in the air and drank some if its contents in long chugs,

"Arhg! That was refreshing", she gasped. "This one needed that. If the draugr comes to grab this one, she is at least not going to die with a dry throat."

Rokhan looked at her with indifference.

Ra'Mira glared back, slightly irritated by the fellow Khajiit's judging stare. "What?!"

He said nothing and returned to wandering aimlessly after Lorcan.

Ra'Mira lowered her bottle and stuck it back into the belt. It was best to save some for later, in case she would get trapped with this dreary and dull company for far too long. She could have use for something to boost her morale.

"Just... ehrm... just how far away could the town be?" she asked.