Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-5583506-20150406233009

Rashka headed out from the Bee and Barb, swaying back and forth as he did. With the alcohol rushing through his veins even the ugliest beggar looked like a potential bedmate.

All he had to do now was to locate the Ratway, which wasn't all too easy. Even though he had been in Riften plenty of times before, everything seemed more like an unknown labyrinth when he was drunk.

"Fucking hell", he muttered and almost collapsed against a market stall, trying to stabilise himself. "This one will make it or else he will... he will..."

He swallowed an upcoming vomit and burped. "Oooh", he groaned. "Khajiit doesn't feel very well. He shouldn't have been drinking so much."