Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170725043749/@comment-25828117-20170725225944

Olren first looked at the lip of the bottle and paused before taking a modest swig.

The beverage based on Barley, Comberries and Lemon was a bit dull yet sour. A bit like the wine from back home in Cyrodiil.

The boy pursed his lips but he didn't wince or convulse like some pure light-weights might've done.

"Thanks, Shanks."

The salve rubbing had felt a bit weird at first due to the nature of Khajiiti hands, their palms felt like your skin when it had shriveled in the water. Basically like the cushions of a cat paw but not as swollen.