Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-3293219-20150607193857

Alex wandered straight into a member of the crowd, a pale Breton, who looked like he had replaced sleep with Skooma years ago.

"Whatch where you're going!" He hissed, his voice made her shiver as it was practically bristling with some sort of hatred.

"S-Sorry, m-my head's up in the clouds..." The Imperial uttered, still incredibly shocked and surprised by the fact that she bumped into him, in the first place.

The Breton just scowled and shook his head, turning away and wandering back into the crowd.

"Whatever..."

Alex was bumped into, again and again, shoved around from one tourist to another until she eventually broke free and gained some control over her movements. She made her way over to the castle gates, where there was less crowding and where people looked like they had some control over where they were going...