Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140518233406/@comment-24510460-20140521062852

Selyna drinks down the skooma with one gulp. "Thank you, I really needed that she said, she moved the bed down near the fire and lay down, she then picked up an old lute that was lying on the ground and began to strum it in tune with a song sung in the ancient language of the reachmen, before the skooma took affect and she fell into a deep sleep, a peaceful look on her face for the first time in weeks. (Just adding a bit of background, Selyna has a slight southern Irish accent, sorry I keep adding stuff,I just have trouble organising my ideas)