Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-5583506-20150405163001

"Rashka?" asked a familiar voice and the Khajiit quickly interrupted his eavesdropping.

"Y-yes?!" he replied and adjusted himself to look as if he had been idle the entire time, not doing anything suspicious. It didn't work very well...

Talen-Jei crossed his arms over his chest. Rashka still had bad memories of the Argonian's right hook. It was a nasty punch, but a well-deserved nonetheless...

"I came to leave this for you", said the proprietor of the inn and discreetly left a note along with a flagon at the Khajiit's table. "Don't ask where it came from."

"Thanks, Talen", said Rashka honestly and glanced over at Keerava. "You are a lucky man."

"I am", said Talen, not taking his observing eyes of the Khajiit for one second. "Now, have a couple of drinks and start to focus on another matter. She is not for you."

The Khajiit nodded. "Khajiit's socket is still hurting like hell sometimes. This one has learned his lesson."

The Argonian sighed and adjusted his apron. "Somehow, I highly doubt that."

Talen then continued to go on about his business, tending to his customers needs, while Rashka slid the note from underneath his flagon and into his pocket. He would have to remember to read it at a later occasion. For now, all he cared about was getting drunk... and possibly laid if he was lucky...

He shrugged. If...