Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140114230013

"You and me both, Imperial", said Rashka and tossed the empty skooma bottle over his shoulder. "This one is tired of boats. Rashka longs for a warm bed, accompanied by beautiful barmaidens. S'rendarr pray they be willing."

Rashka peeked at the Nord woman in the corner of his eyes. She was really elegant and pretty, he thought, fighting enemies that weren't really there. It was hard not to admire her slender figure, and she seemed to be more of the lively type unlike those wenches back in the Imperial City.

"Wonder if she would ever want to gaze at the Moons together with a handsome cat such as myself?" he wondered.