Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151205183208/@comment-5583506-20151207214533

"S-Sorry", whimpered Siri and pulled the white nightgown over her head. "This one just wants you to see her in full when..." She blushed slightly. "... when our special occasion will happen."

The nightgown had the vague smell of mead on it, indicating that some Nord hadn't been thorough with cleaning it. The piece of clothing was still too big for her and she could almost fit both shoulders through the opening for the head.

She crawled up beneath the sheets together with Utahsi and rested her head against his, purring contently.

"This one sincerely hope so", shrugged Shakti, kissing his hand.

Suddenly Suri plopped down by the side of their table, looking just as pessimistic as usual.

"You should drink something, Suri", said Shakti. "That long face of yours will make you catch some fatal disease or something."

"Can't we just leave already?" growled the grey Khajiit, drumming impatiently with her hand against the table surface.

"Why? We have found the people we are looking for? With the help of them, we will overthrow Jagar Tharn, and by doing so no longer will we need to fear showing ourselves out in the open in Cyrodiil."