Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-5583506-20150129151033

Rikki sat at the Drunken Huntsman and quickly downed two or three pints of ale. It wasn't good for her, being as light and thin as she was. The influences of intoxication came to her swiftly. They would hopefuly be gone when the night came.

"Are you sure you should drink anymore, Khajiit?" asked the Bosmer innkeeper.

"Rikki can manage", she burped and snickered. "Khajiit can hold her own. Don't you worry."

The Bosmer nodded sceptically. "Of course you can."

He grabbed the flagon from her and watched as her weary head landed on the counter with a soft thud. She was snoring contently and wouldn't wake up for a couple of hours.

"Khajiits", he muttered.