Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-24141785-20150626091434

Tabiah awoke, the sun shining in her face. She slowly opened her eyes, wishing she didn't have to get out of the bed.

Fuck me...what are these beds made out of?

She sat up, glancing over at her robes. She was in a coal t-shirt, simple leggings underneath. Ash was watching over here, the atronach floating in the corner.

"Fucking starving..." She mumbled, almost collapsing onto the bed, "Lets see if the innkeeper he has finally given up in finding my fucking sujamma."

She rose from her bed and walked out of the room, her hair matted. Tabiah would fix that later...probably.

She sat down on the stool she sat upon last night and eyed the innkeeper, who was observing her.

"Have anything to eat?" Tabiah murmured, twindling her thumbs. The innkeeper stood silent for a moment, unable to talk.

"Um-..Yes! What would you like?"

"You have any Garlic Bread?" She asked. The dunmer didn't like the traditional foods of Morrowind, and when she travelled the outside world she fell in love with garlic bread.

"Yes...I'll go get it." The innkeeper darted off, leaving Tabiah to herself.

(Sorry Ken...I was playing video games and forgot :(...You could do it now if you wanted...?)