Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150126212201/@comment-11457306-20150201220046

(LOL)  I am sick, of course. Sore throat, fever.)

The privy was a welcome relief, dirty as it was. She made her way back, got turned around--and wound up just where the healer had said she should go.

She stood in the doorway, peeking in and listening to debate going on about attacking different groups of people. Cannibals? Daedra Worshippers? People who thought they were Dwemer?

''I've walked into one of the Bard's bloody tales, I have. I must've drowned along with the rest of them and this is a nightmare plane in Oblivion.''