Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140928161954/@comment-11457306-20140929022854

(Wait before we skip.)

Daria was seated at one of the tables, trying to eat some meat that Brihanna had shredded for her. She like meat but preferred it in stews with lots of vegetables. The painkiller had kicked in, finally. She was rather woozy.

Tasha had changed her mind about the male's abilities with alchemy. She sat opposite Daria and watched her Nord companion closely. The woman looked as if she were heavily drugged. Of course, fatigue and lingering shock might account for that.

Brihanna had gone to see about borrowing the cook's fire to brew up some broth. "Keep an eye on her, Tasha," she said. "Don't let her fall off the bench."

(If Dral wants to talk to her, Tasha can go do something else...)