Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-5583506-20170205010710

Najiima eventually wandered up from her sad presence in the cellar and sank down by the counter of the inn where she began to suckle on one of the dubious potatoes she had seen the night before. There was no question about it; they were indeed nearly stale. Innkeeper most likely made a profit of them anyhow by selling them to drunkards who would be too intoxicated to tell the difference. She didn't mind the taste however. Still tasted better than the traces of vomit stuck in-between her teeth.