Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140209200651/@comment-11457306-20140212034503

Brighid walked beside Emrey, tired but mostly hungry. Anneken limped at the back of the group. She was sore from her encounter with the Dremora and utterly depleted of magicka. Her body was bruised and battered and she was way past hungry. She was starving. Brighid was used to a harder life. Anneken was used to taking regular jobs, not too hard, just enough to keep gold coming into the Guild and into her pockets, then resting and enjoying life with her friends.

She hung her head, watching the ground to keep from stumbling over a root. Her usually well brushed golden locks were greasy and unkempt. Brighid looked stunning by comparison.