Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131208215432/@comment-3293219-20131213110922

"S-skooma!" The argonian stood up and tried to snatch it.

"The bed..." Manja reminded him.

"Yes, take bed, just want skooma!" The addict whined.

"Deal."

The argonian snatched the bottles and hugged them to his chest with delight, Manja suddenly felt guilty for fueling his habbit but there was no stopping someone this hooked.

"Here..." She muttered, reaching into her pockets and giving him the ten gold.

"Get yourself a room at the Lonely Suitor... they'll probably look after you there."

The argonian didn't have the intelligence to thank her or show any recognition for what they had done for him.

He took the gold and ran off, presumably to go and sleep under the river.

"Thank you..." She whispered to C'laor, approaching the sleeping bag.