Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-5583506-20170204182213

Najiima was standing in front of a mirror in the cellar of the inn, cocking her head from side to side as she stretched out her tongue and massaged her weary eyelids. Head was spinning around. She could usually handle the liquor, but whatever it was that she had been drinking last night had knocked her out cold.

"Ugh..." she groaned. "Khajiit doesn't feel all too well."