Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160720061811

After a moment, the barrier on the frame went down, and Brolin was able to enter through the loose assortment of colourful beads on several strings that served as a makeshift door, and revealed the interior of her shack.

The building was much larger on the inside than it appeared to be on the outside, and was incredibly crowded; jam-packed with all sorts of clutter on the shelves and tables. Jars full of otherworldly wisps, skulls, an absolute plethora of candles of various colours and aromas, several books, scrying dishes: all of that didn't even begin to describe it. All of the furniture seemed to be handmade of a variety of different woodtypes, and was oddly cozy in sharp contrast to the dreary bog outside. It was difficult to walk through the rooms due to the amount of things Tiana had strung up on cables that hung from the ceiling, such as crystals, bones, and dreamcatchers. The myriad of scents were difficult to pick apart due to there being such a wide variety of them; some good, some less so. In the back of her room were at least a dozen different cages filled with animals. Most of them seemed to be different birds of a number of species --- one that was especially eye-catching being some sort of rainbow-coloured parrot with fangs --- but some were rodents that didn't do too much for the smells mentioned earlier. The parrots' constant squacking clashed with singing of others, creating a symphony of unpleasantless. Despite all that, Tiana didn't seem to be too bothered.

The woman herself was an ebony-skinned Redguard with smooth, clear skin; unusual due to the age of the shack suggesting she was much older than she looked. Her hair was set into long, thick locks that suited her quite well and ran down to the middle of her back. They weren't very well-maintained, however, being messy and frayed and holding all sorts of particles within them. The thin, almost emaciated woman wore the strangest of clothing. It was made entirely of furs and hides, and not at all in a very fashionable way. She sat in a rocking chair near her door, not even slightly looking towards Brolin at the entrance. Just rocking back and forth expressionlessly. Eventually, the Redguard woman spoke in a strange, accented voice.

"Do I need to lay anotha curse on you for you to undastand that I do not wish to do business with your people?" She said in a low, stern voice without even turning to look at the Bosmer. In fact, her milky white eyes seemed to be focused on absolutely nothing.