Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150307233515/@comment-5543592-20150309022032

"I'd rather not", the Matriarch said. "I am a fragile woman, you know? I want to be alive and well when I welcome my sister home, instead of being a possible corpse. No, tomorrow I will ask Boragus if he knows some more rewarding books on the subject. I'd rather not wake him up now. He can become terribly grouchy."

Perdix did not find her fragile. He was pretty sure taking an axe to the chest would kill him. And if he did live, he wouldn't be killing assassins less than a day later. "Yeah, I would prefer you remain alive as well."

Valkyrie blew out the candle in her lantern. "Let's head to bed and get some rest." She buried her own face in her palm when she realised the awkwardness behind the words. "I meant that I will go to my chambers and that you... you could take my brother's room. Rigvar was always such a heavy sleeper, so I think you will find his bed suitable to your liking."

Perdix had spent the first half of his life sleeping on a rug. In fact, most of the time, he preferred the floor. He found beds too squishy and he always felt like he was sinking into them. The floor was consistant and he wasn't in constant danger of falling off of it. So he didn't really care with her brother had had a nice bed or not. Regardless, he wasn't going to turn the offer down. "Thanks.  I'll see you in the morning"  He made for the door, stopped, and turned back to face her. "Uh, where is his room?"