Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5543592-20150322013543

Perdix returned to Torsdolk's room, and got dressed. His heart was racing in anticipation. He was so nervous, he might vomit. Actually, he knew he was going to vomit: so he found a washbowl and did so. Repeatidly.

"Oh, Akatosh, fuck..." He muttered, keeled over it. "I can do this." He murmured to himself over and over again. "I can do this..."