Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140613224928/@comment-3293219-20140615150908

Jaryl ran back downstairs, he had been searching for Isis for what felt like hours, when in reality it had only been a couple of minutes.

"Xervish? I can't find her anywhere in this inn or on the ship, the fuck's goin' on!?"

The Dunmer shrugged, he was sat at the counter, reading a book and trying to block the sound of Jaryl's search out of his head.

"Have you looked everywhere?"

"Yes! The fuck do I look like, an idiot?"

The Wizard glanced up to him, tempted to say 'yes' but rising above it and simply shaking his head instead as he went back to his book.

"Perhaps she just went for a walk..."

"A walk!?" Jaryl snapped, as if that was the dumbest thing in the world but it wasn't entirely implausable.

"No, I checked to see if she's left the inn, she wouldn't do that to me anyway..."

"Well, maybe she flew off then! Maybe she's defocating on some old woman's washing as we speak!" Xervish suggested, slamming the book shut and sitting up, glaring at Jaryl, who was starting to anger him at this point.

Jaryl shook his head and looked around, running his hands down his face.

"The fuck is she?" He whispered, everyone was gone and the only other person here was an asshole, who didn't care...