Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140317024638/@comment-11457306-20140330144847

Anneken crawled out of the tent leaving Galadir, still sleeping on his face. It looked uncomfortable. She paused to frown at Dalon and noted the number of empty bottles. He would have one hell of a hangover. He was going to be useless to them if he kept up at that pace, or dead of an overdose. Five bottles of Skooma would kill a normal person.

She went to track down the cook. All she needed to do was follow her nose and the stream of soldiers making their way to the cook tent. Her mouth watered as she caught sent of roasting meats.