Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-203.118.166.141-20131124055428/@comment-203.173.157.187-20140530075019

Za'ryia sighed, taking one last drought of skooma before throwing it down on the floor. She stood up, kicking her chair aside, her arms raised and her icy-blue eyes scanning everyone's faces. "ENOUGH!" she shouted, her ears flattened against her skull and her sharp teeth bared. "There shall be no quarrel here, none at all! This is a place of sanctuary! A safe place without fighting! Not a tavern filled with drunk idiots, with claw-less hands to fight with!"

The Khajiit glared at Jo'Zari. "Please refrain from picking a fight with someone here again. If bloodlust calls you, please take that outside, not in here."

Za'ryia then nodded quickly, before picking up her chair and retreating to the corner, pulling out a gold necklace and contemplating on it's value.