Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-5583506-20191027150853

Kashya strolled around the alleyways for some time, receiving the damning glares of the pride Altmer. She was not welcome here, she could tell, but then again she was not really welcome anywhere. She was sometimes met with scorn from her own kin as well, based upon her ghost-like appearance. Even moreso when they knew for whom and what she owed her allegiance to. It wasn't as much hate as it was fear that drove other Khajiits from distancing themselves from her.

Well on her way back to the inn she stopped to behold a nearby market, reflecting on her time with Kiro as they would watch the fools and the jugglers entertain bypassing visitors. There seemed to be no such thing here however. It all seemed very posh and strict.

She finally came back to the inn only to be met with the sight of three Altmer having surrounded Helian and Garran. They did not seem to have good intentions.

One of the elves, the one that had only been laughing in the back took his own gold ale and slowly poured it out on Garran's head.

People were starting to leave the inn mid drink or meal.

Kashya blinked. "Is everything alright here?" she asked, even though she was well aware that it was quite the opposite.