Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-24123288-20140828232928

Emarrel backed away from her table. The very same table that Fritjof just threw himself at in his drunken stupor.

She found her gaze slipping to his neck as she watched the vein pulse. The Dunmer clenched her fist, closing her eyes and tearing her gaze away before she stood up and walked over to the bar, her hands shaking crazily.

"R-room. N-now!" She pleaded, drawing the money Sophie had charged her with.