Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150722092936/@comment-5583506-20150723223519

The Starving Orphan Inn wasn't the place she had expected from an inn in the seedy underbelly of Camlorn. At the far corners people were engaging in gambling involving knives and cut off fingers. A courtesan was sitting in the lap of some man in wealthy clothing, presumably some highborn who had snuck away from his wife to get some easy action. And in the darker, inner room a group of men were discussing something unlawful.

Khajiit is right where she belongs, she reflected in drunken self pity.

"You look like you've had enough", said the innkeeper started to take away her flagon.

Shakti's hand however resisted and pulled it back. "Pour this one more, would you?"

The innkeeper lowered his eyebrows. "Listen, cat. You are in no condition to be drinking anymore. You can barely even look at me when I am talking to you."

"That's true", replied Shakti as she soon became aware that her eyes were focused on a cockroach crawling along the stained surface of the counter.

"Is there something or someone you are waiting for?" he asked and finally managed to pry the flagon from her hardened hand.

"This one... was supposed to be looking for something... the Crypt of Hearts or something like that. Now she is waiting for..." She tried to focus. "Waiting for whatever or whomever", she murmured, burying her head in-between her folded arms.

"Look, you seem like a nice and proper girl. Believe me, when I say that you don't want to wait for this 'whatever or whomever' in this place. There are people here who would take great pleasure in making life difficult for people like you."

"People like this one?" shrugged Shakti. "Tell me then what kind of people Shakti belongs to? She just beat up four of those men you are referring to as the people who would take pleasure in making life difficult for people like me in an alleyway. Tell Shakti what she has to fear from men like those?"

The innkeep fell mute and only gave her a small nod. "You want something... non-alcohol related?"

The drunken Khajiit murmured incoherently. "Give this one some plum juice then."