Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141124040131/@comment-5543592-20141127011323

A male Argonian came over and began taking orders. Minutes later he came back with whatever each person had ordered.

Darach was oddly silently. He was thinking of the man he had killed not twenty minutes earlier. The awful sounds the guard had made (the gurgling noises), the way the sword looked and felt as it rendered the stomach (like butchering a cow), and the relief he felt afterward (the adrenaline leaving his body and his heart rating slowing back down). He hated the relief the most, how relieving it was when he knew his life was no longer in danger. When Darach's food came, he just stared at the plate, with his hands at his sides.

Tomas dove in right away. He looked like he might forgo the utensils and just use telekinesis to get the food to his mouth.