Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140406165457/@comment-12599067-20140412140337

Morrigan gladly accepted the ale handed to her by the waiter and dropped a few septims into his outstretched palm before taking a moment to look around her. The patrons themselves might serve as an easily accessible source of blood, but she doubted that she would be able to hole up in the inn and find a way to avoid attention, much less collect a group of thralls. That was disappointing. She definetly needed somewhere safer to stay than the inn if she wanted to keep off the roads for a while.

Morrigan frowned and uncorked her bottle, then took a drink and stewed in quiet frustration, trying to think of a new plan. She was still plotting when the door suddenly flung open and two mercenaries stepped in, apparently in mid-conversation and boasting to one another of their stories (and lies) of their various accomplishments. Morrigan payed little heed to the sellswords up until the point where one of the mercenaries went on to tell the other about how his skill with a sword surpassed that of any warrior in the local guild, and how he left because he grew tired of sharing space with the milk-drinkers that stayed at their headquarters.

At once Morrigan picked herself up, interested. A nearby guild, with a secure headquarters and a readily available supply of blood? She had never worked as a sellsword before, nor did she want to, but she certainly needed somewhere to stay, and if her new residence came with mercenaries that she could feed upon, all the better. She quickly rose to her feet and stepped over to the bar, interrupting the innkeeper's conversation with the merchant to ask him about a local guild. He gave her nasty look for interrupting his conversation before he pointed her in the direction of the Frostfall Guild's headquarters, hoping to get rid of her so he could continue his conversation.

It worked. Morrigan darted over to her table and quickly shouldered her pack before yelling a thanks over her shoulder and stepping outdoors, throwing up her cowl as she quickly started off in the direction that the bartender had indicated.