Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140908004713/@comment-5583506-20140915154231

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The only thing Kashmira missed from the Sanctum was her fluffy bed. The one they had provided her room on the Bee and Barb was hard, smelled funny due to the numerous accounts of "lovemaking" it had been exposed to, and was infested with insect life.

It was hard enough to sleep during the nights with the strange noises coming from the room next door. Actually, not all that strange. Just the sound of another couple drunk on love, mead and their own bodies. But it was the banging against the wall and the moaning which was the worst.

On several occassions she had to go over there and tell them to keep it down, but made sure to close her eyes. She didn't want to add nightmares to her list of things that couldn't make her sleep in this would-be inn.

She kind of missed her father's sword. With its help she might have been able to prove a point. Not to hurt or kill anyone, but she knew that "a weapon in hand always said more than a thousand words, for better or for worse". It was something Ran'Jinro had told her.

She missed the old Khajiit. But she knew that he would manage just fine without her, just like the rest of them. Mostly Jah'Rakal...

"That old volcano is probably laughing his ass off at me right now", she grumbled as she laid down to listen to just another night's regular banging against her wall. "Why did they have to stop me from using the sword against myself?"