Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150112130316/@comment-16552509-20150113001554

The shadowed woman emerged on the rooftop of someone's home in Falkreath; whose, she did not know. "Hey, what are you doing?!" she heard below her.

Her ear twitching, she responded. "Running!" The woman leaped off the roof and onto a branch, jumping through trees until she saw her goal: the inn. Smiling, the half-Khajiit made one last strong leap towards the building. Please let it be open, please, she pleaded in her mind as she flew towards its second story window. The woman fell in the luckily open window into the inn, skidding for a bit on the floor before jumping on the railing and then falling in front of the counter in a crouch, then casually taking her seat, pushing a few septims across the counter.

"The usual, please," she smiled.

"You've got to stop coming in like that, La'ira. Is that even your own money?" the innkeeper asked. The half-Nord only replied with a wry smile. Sighing, the innkeeper leaned down and grabbed a bottle of mead from behind the bench, passing it over to her.

La'ira turned her attention to the cloak-clad figure, tilting her head. "Who's he?" she asked.