Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150530135920/@comment-5583506-20150601160833

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: He smiled at her. "Not at all." He shut his eyes, and rested his chin on top of her head. "Please be here in the morning Najiima." Scire whispered. She hadn't been having nightmares about her past in a long time. T'was a strange fate indeed that they would return when she finally felt secure in the arms of Scire.

Once again she saw the shadowy shape of the dark Khajiit woman before her. She was a fearsome sight, despite her young age. In fact, she was barely old enough to be called a woman. She was surrounded by a crew of equally imposing Khajiits. They were all standing in a courtyard of stone, and the Khajiit woman... No... The Khajiit girl overlooked from a podium what seemed to be a crowd of people in rags. Along the steep walls were dead people in the armor of guards. The crowd were cheering for the girl.

''The Bloodshot... the Bloodshot they called her. ''

What this meant to her she had little knowledge of, but it looked as if the girl was being saluted by the crowd. Hailed as some sort of saviour. Najiima whimpered and wailed in her sleep, slightly nudging her muzzle against Scire's shoulder.

Khemri entered the Choked Cat. He was tired and his legs could barely carry him.

"A room", he panted as he reached the counter of the inn.