Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-5583506-20151006211518

Shakti woke up when she felt the barmaid lean over her and tug at her robes.

"Uhm... Excuse me, miss?" said the woman. "But I don't think it's really all that sanitary for you to be sleeping on the floor."

Well, thanks for the fucking reminder...

"What time is it?" yawned the Khajiit.

"It's barely been an hour since you left for your room."

No wonder Shakti's head feels as if a frost troll lived inside of it...

Shakti struggled to get back up on her feet, grabbing onto the nightstand to balance herself. "This one is in serious need of something to eat. Something to soak up the vast amounts of alchohol, you know? You have Shepherd's Pie, yes?"

The barmaid nodded.

"Alright, well, you give Shakti some of those and she will be feeling alright again... Hopefully..."

The Khajiit stumbled down the set of stairs, visibly intoxicated. She collapsed on a bar stool next to a Breton. There was no particular reason for her to sit there, but he was the closest thing reminding her of Gabriel.

"This one didn't expect to see your kin in the inhospitable, frozen north", she slurred.