Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140117231822

"Rashka has been better", he answered with a burdened voice. "This one will try to rest up for a while."

Rashka sat down by a rock covered with scathecraw and stretched his legs. He breathed heavily. He looked around on all those around him.

There was the beautiful Luna. He had known many women, slept with most of them as well, but he felt that she was truly what his heart had always sought yet never found and he had only known her for a couple of days. S'rendarr always had a strange sense of humor.

There was Ertius, the common stern-faced, law abiding Imperial, yet probably one of the most reliable and friendliest people Rashka had ever come to know.

There was Darzarr, a fellow Khajiit accompanied with dogs. Rashka didn't like dogs, but it always cheered him up to see a brother of the sand in foreign countries.

Then there was Cyrelas the halfbreed Altmer, the Elfkin seemed a bit hot heated, just like himself which suited him just fine.

The more of Rashka's type, the merrier, he thought closing his eyes and tried to focus his mind on the distant sands of beloved Elsweyr.