Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150518062512/@comment-5583506-20150522004609

Najiima leaned over the edge of a fountain and took a peek at her own reflection in the water. She seemed shocked to see that blood was seeping out of her right socket, right beneath her blue eye.

She gasped and quickly washed the blood away.

''What the hell is wrong with this one?! Where did all of this come from?!''

She then felt the presence of someone watching her. It was the Dunmer from the inn.

''Who is he? What does he want? Is he perhaps one of those who did this to Najiima?''

Her own name felt familiar now, at least to the point where she could refer to it in third person, as was custom in Khajiiti traditions. It wouldn't have surprised her the least if he turned out to be a payed killer who had been hired to track her down... for reasons she couldn't remember...

"Who... who are you?" she asked a little nervously and wiped the blood off on the side of her skirt.