Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20131112133018/@comment-3293219-20131203092101

Caleb appeared in the doorway, looking like a spectre of regret. Despite his efforts, he still looked like a wreck, with  a tear on his sleeve and all of the lining being somewhat frilly at the end of his coat.

Thoring came out of one of the rooms and dropped a mug in shock, fortunately it was tin, so it didn't shatter.

Caleb just stood as he always had, in half of a trance.

"So..." Thoring mumbled awkwardly, "you're back from the dead?"

"Unfortunately... yes." Caleb muttered, making his way over to the counter.

"Do you want a drink?"

"I wish to leave..." Caleb replied, the lack of emotion in his voice sent shivers down Thoring's spine.

"Oh..." Thoring was taken by surprise. "Well you're a guest here, not a prisoner." Thoring reminded him, picking up the mug.

"I wish to pay..."

"Oh? I assumed that you wouldn't have the coin. I mean... we found you half dead afterall."

"I have... some coin." Caleb replied, evasively.

He reached into his coat pocket and dropped a coin purse on the table.

"10 gold per night... I've been here, what? A week?"

"Five months..." Thoring corrected him.

"Shit..."

Caleb reached into his other pocket, only to notice that it had been torn off and the rest of him money was either in the sea or on the beach he washed up on. Either way... it was gone.

"210 gold is the best I can do..."

Thoring didn't care, he simply wanted the dunmer gone at this point.

"It'll do, I suppose." Freeing up the room was good enough for him at this point, the 210 didn't exactly earn him a profit but it was better than nothing.

With that, Caleb made his way over to the door. He noticed how light he felt, his muscle and fat had withered away over the last 5 months and it would probably take a while to get it back to it's previous standard.

"Thank you..." He muttered, opening the door and stepping out.