Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140822032436/@comment-12599067-20140823174208

Eirik ate in relative silence, sitting at a chair by the fire as he munched on a piece of bread. Two seats to his right sat Volarano, his eyes narrowed in determination as he wiped down his bow with a wet tablecloth borrowed from the barkeep. His mind was obviously at work, as he did not seem quite as focused on cleaning his bow as he was thinking over something, but even Eirik could not tell what and he wasn't sure he wanted to ask, as Vol could be a rather rude conversationalist if he was focused on something else.

Morrigan wasn't entirely sure if she was comfortable being back in Skyrim, for as far as she knew, she was still being hunted and was still considered a monster by all seven Holds. She was relieved to find that the innkeeper did not call for help the moment he saw her but dared not push her luck by eating or drinking, for fear that someone would see her fangs and immediately have her driven out into the wilds again, especially with Zaroff, J'Baad, and Ravos (who she did not yet trust) sitting only a few feet away. So instead, she sat in silence and shifted uncomfortably from time to time, listening to snippets of conversation but saying nothing, partly because it was not her place to interrupt and partly because that might give away her affliction as well.