Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5583506-20140828000326

"That girl's completely wasted!" whispered a customer worryingly.

''So what if I am? ''thought Myling and found it all harder to focus on putting the words into a sentence even in her own mind.

She had only asked for one flagon of mead, but she had always been fond of the sweet things in life. Therefore she had asked for another one, and another one - and another one. When she was done there were at least six empty flagons by her table.

She hadn't noticed how she was swaying back and forth on her chair, almost collapsing to the floor right before she pulled herself up in the last moment.

"I think you have had more than enough, girl", said a strict Argonian male by her side.

"You are right, Vilgot!" she said event though she neither knew the Argonian's name or just who Vilgot was. "You are always right! Now carry me to bed! Your princess is tired..."

The Argonian sighed and caught her before she hit the floor and carried her up in his arms. "I hate this job sometimes", he murmured.

"As do I", mumbled Myling and started to snore silently.