Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150604111359/@comment-5583506-20150605021516

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: "It's fine... don't worry about me..." Mumbled Scire, slowly peeling off his shirt and groaning in uncomfortability and pain as he did so. It hurt just to wear the fabric right now. He'd die a happy man if he never saw another shirt again. "The guy was just faster than I was expecting." The Dunmer provided an excuse. He sank underneath the sheets and tried to get comfortable on the bed, and rolled over onto his stomach, facing Najiima.

"What'd you do today?" He asked, eager to change the subject. Najiima laid her ears flat back on her head. "Oh, actually Najiima hasn't done anything... besides waiting for her Scire."