Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-5583506-20140718121428

The Bullet-Ridden Corpse wasn't the worst of taverns he had come across during his travels, but it was by far one of the most degrading. As he entered through the door he became aware why people had been looking at him weirdly when he had entered the town. It wasn't the fact that he was an assassin that had bothered people, it was the fact that he was a Khajiit. A free Khajiit...

Inside the gloomy lit tavern sat a bunch of Redwood's local drunkards and were served drinks by young Khajiit women. They had no tops, exposing their breasts and the shackles on their wrist told him that they did this for anything except out of free will...

''Slavery... filthy slavery... ''He became enraged just by looking at it, but decided to hide his emotions and instead sat down in a dark corner.

A beautiful Khajiit woman came his way with a notepad in her hand. "Can this one get you something..." Her face told him that she was also not used to see other Khajiit roaming around with no shackles. "Sir?"

He tried his beast not to look at her breasts and instead focused his gaze on a bug scurrying over his table. "Gatz would like three bottles of beer, he expects to be here for a while."

She curtsied. "And would you like something else to go with the beer, sir? Something for the... night?"

He gave her a worrying look. ''They aren't just barmaids are they? ''"No, this one is fine, thank you..." Even though you haven't been with a woman for months, that was the right thing to do.

As she walked away behind the disk he almost felt something burst within. ''They are slaves and whores. If I had an assignment for the entire population of Redwood I would have gladly done it for free.''

As she returned with the beer he gave her thrice her tip. The look she gave him said it all. A mute, gracious "thank you" from one slave to another slave. The only difference between them was that he had no shackles...