Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5583506-20140827221841

As Myling entered a lonesome inn along the side of the road in order to escape the harsh donwpour, in the outskirts of the Rift, she was met with curious stares and discreet gossip. She didn't really need to ask why. Her scarf covered so much of her face it was next to impossible to guess her gender or her race by looking at her. The barmaids giggled at the sight of her and whispered with each other.

They must take me for a man, she thought and sat down by a secluded table. She liked her privacy.

A Redguard woman approached her with her right hand occupied by a held tray. "So what will it be for the night? A drink? Some food? Maybe booth?"

It wasn't hard for Myling to determine that this woman probably wanted more than just to serve her food and drink. Apparently handsome male customers were a sight for sore eyes around these parts. But she would sadly however not be the one to indulge the barmaids' wild dreams this night.

She gently pulled down her scarf in order to speak clearly, otherwise it tended to be more of a muffled sound. "I will just have a flagon of mead", she replied.

The Redguard woman seemed suprised and was apparently mispleased that the mysterious stranger had turned out to be just an ordinary Nord woman. "You... shall have it then", she mumbled morosely and disappeared behind the counter.

Myling kept herself from laughing out loud. Maybe this night wouldn't be as dull as she had expected.