Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-12599067-20150607211826

Just as Vienelle noticed the crowd starting to head towards Castle Cheydinhal, Shan'axi came out of the inn, looking perhaps a bit upset but otherwise fine.

"Everything alright?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at her travelling companion.

"Fine," the Argonian answered flatly.

"You don't look fine. You didn't start anything, did you?"

"No, but the innkeeper tried to refuse me a room and then charged me an extra fifteen septims for the night. Anywhere else we could get a room for half that price."

"He sounds like an arse," Vienelle noted. "Maybe we'll have to pay a 'special visit' to his tavern. After we're thoroughly drunk, of course," she grinned.

"Hm," Shan'axi hummed, a small smile of his own tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We'll see. But for now, the party."

"Of course," she agreed, turning back to Lorcan as Shan'axi began leading the way to Castle Cheydinhal. "Good talking to you," she nodded before she followed the hulking Argonian into the crowd, disappearing in the sea of faces within the blink of an eye.