Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131208054338/@comment-11457306-20131211010643

(Sounds uncomfortable.)

Anwen was rising towards consciousness. She was very uncomfortable. Opening her eyes, she groaned. Too much ale. She needed to go. Badly. Dammit. She looked around the room but there did not seem to be a chamber pot. With a growl, she pulled on her breeches and boots and wrapped her cloak around her and walked out in the main room.