Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-29458028-20140828102054

"Gah...wait, perfect opportunity" said Corentin to himself. He slowly disengaged Myling from his back as he slid off the horse in style. Corentin used his supernatural strength to pick Myling up in a fireman lift and he walked into the city.

He entered the Winking Skeever, now a thriving business, run by the 100dth generation descendant of it's original owner. He looked at the barkeep and placed several septims down, saying "room for two, one day, one night."

"Hmm, I see. Your lover?"

"No. My sister, she got drunk and I have to make a stop here" lied Corentin.

"You look... pretty different..."

"Just hand over the keys"

"Fine" chuckled the innkeeper as Corentin glared at him.

Corentin walked into the room he rented, placing Myling gently on the bed, before sitting down and toying with his dagger.