Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-29559990-20150911100138

(Boy, this got depressing real quick. Like, wow, there is 0 hope for anyone in the inn right now. Hell, not even 0. That's like -2 hope of things ever being ok again. Ever...)

Ja'Keil and Duraak continued to down their drinks at the bar.

"So... Can you explain to This One again why he's been dragged here against his will?" Ja'Keil glared as he finished off the last of his wine.

"Because I wanted to come to Windhelm," Duraak answered.

"See, you claim to hate Khajiit, and yet you take him everywhere with you. Is there a method to this hypocracy" Said the irritated Khajiit.

"Yeah," Duraak said simply. "I'm not letting you abuse your god-given powers anymore... And I need a shield."

Ja'Keil hung his head and sighed. "Have you ever heard of phrase "Let shit go"?"

"'Fraid not," The orc grinned. He dropped the conversation soon and proceeded to chug down what was left of his mead.