Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150527045136/@comment-5583506-20150528021344

The shack was not exactly a palace. It had an undeniable stench of fish and seaweed about it. The floorboards were murky and covered with mold in the edges and the fireplace hadn't been dusted for months.

"Sorry, about the mess", lamented the young Khajiit and took the basket to bring it over to a creaking wooden table. "This one has been busy with work so much that she barely manages to look after her own keep."

It began to sting a little in her blue eye. It often did when she was under pressure or stress. At least that much she had found out about herself...