Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140704014014/@comment-11457306-20140705173251

Tegan glanced up at the Kah'jiit. She was feeling things spiraling out of control. She wasn't used to situations where she did not have complete control, nor was she used to people approaching her. On the outside, in her armor and cowl, most people left her alone. Here, in a garment she considered barely covering her body and without her cowl, she felt naked.

"Apparently," she said dryly, thinking of Bjol and wondering again why he'd volunteered, "some people like it.  But again, I haven't been here long enough to know." She spoke to the Elf again, knowing the Kah'jiit would overhear but thinking it did not matter.

"Look," she whispered, "Bjol and I discovered we had some things in common, that's all.  We were both Stormcloaks.  I would like not to stay here until I die, but I am at a loss.  If we were to come up with something, what could you contribute?  What do you know and why are you here?  You were brought in after us, but did you just arrive or have you been here a while?"