Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170912201340/@comment-27922180-20170914213231

Whoever had last used the ship had clearly not been much of a chef. Fenran had been paired off with an Argonian to clean and organise the kitchen. If it could even be called that. A table took up the centre of the room, hooks hung from the ceiling along the sides and near the entrance were barrels that had clearly only been thrown in shortly before departure. Despite being told that the kitchen had been abandoned, the state of the table somehow still surprised Fenran. Bowls stacked high as the roof, plates shattered across the surface and, unless Fenran was going blind, a dead dog spread eagle along in the dead centre of the table.

"I don't suppose you're hungry?" Fenran remarked to his Argonian partner.