Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140223194711/@comment-11457306-20140227005820

Rhiannon had ordered an ale and was sipping it very slowly. She really could not afford to order a meal. She was regretting her decision to tell the Altmer she wanted to speak with his boss. If he hadn't come himself the first time, why would he trouble himself with her now, just because she demanded it? She waffled back and forth in her mind, trying to decide if she'd been a fool or not. However, the thief had told her it was a personal matter and they weren't being paid. Then the Elf had been very vague. It just...smelled wrong. She couldn't just hire her considerable skills out without some show of coin. She had to have some guarantee of something to risk her life for.

She thought about what was happening in the Imperial City, but she just couldn't find any emotion over it. That's the problem, she decided. She didn't have anything or anyone, more to the point, to care about. She kept trying...but they always wound up pushing her away.