Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-3293219-20140209195817

Nepht's family had spent an hour, recovering from their recent visitor. They agreed that Lott was allowed to stay the night as he didn't have anywhere else to go but Tabith was still weary of him.

Everyone else had managed to get to sleep but Nepht still lay, silently looking up at the ceiling as she ventured into the inner recesses of her mind, thinking back to her childhood. She always did, when she was alone in the dark or if she was trapped, it was the first thing she thought of.

She felt safe with her family, so she wasn't scared of what could happen. Somehow, they could keep her fears at bay, making now a good time to think about them. She recalled a lot of Edgar's lair as a child, the cold of the rock and the only light being a flickering torch, the lingering threats. Her only friends were adventurers, who were just as scared as she was, who'd always beg for the psychotic cannibal to take her life, instead of their own as they were dragged away to be slaughtered like pigs.

She shivered and stopped thinking about it, rolling over and curling into a ball as she watched her bedside candle flicker out.

What he that Argonian is like Edgar? The dunmer buried her face into her pillow as she worried for her friends.