Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150320071751/@comment-5583506-20150324000535

(Alright, time to get this train a'rollin!)

Rashka was bored, which he was quite often. If he couldn't fight it, drink it or bed it, it bored him. He found himself sitting at this really messy inn at Helgen, but there was nothing of interest to do here. The women were all ugly, and those who were at least somewhere in the vicinity of being called beautiful he had already slept with.

He missed his childhood days back in Elsweyr. Life had been so much simpler back then. He remembered how he would sneak amongst the tents of his father's caravan, peeking underneath the skirts of the girls.

He shrugged to himself at the very thought of it. One of those skirt-liftings had earned him his first slap to the face by a woman... as well as the loss of his virginity.

He raised his emptied flagon high up in the air. "Waitress!" he called. "Pour Rashka another one would you? This one clearly hasn't had enough!"