Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150323035824/@comment-11457306-20150327013504

(LOL.  I thought you would know the name of the Inn in Chorrol.)

Anyway...

Pris found the Inn after a few wrong turns. The atmosphere felt wrong, too somber. Like the Inn in Bruma, anyone who was there was drinking to dull the pain of their miserable existance. She thought back to the days before the coming of the Legendaries, when Inns were lively places, especially in Skyrim. She wasn't much for drinking and carousing, but every once in a while when she craved the company of others, she would head for the nearest tavern and have a pint or two and watch the people enjoy themselves. Sometimes she would even accompany the bard with her flute. Now...it was more like attending a funeral.

She went to the bar and ordered food and an ale, paid for a room and took a corner table where she sat with her back to the wall and facing the door.