Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5583506-20140827235240

She had very vague memories of The Bee and Barb. Maybe she had been here sometime before? She couldn't recall it though. She didn't recall it being run by Argonians either, or was she thinking of a completely different inn?

She shook her head. She was starting to get tired and couldn't really think properly.

As she headed over to the counter an Argonian female, apparently the patron of the tavern, approached her. "So what can I help you with, sweetie?" she asked and wiped the counter clean from the evening's spills.

"A room for the night", replied Myling. "And... maybe something to wash it down with?"

The Argonian nodded. "You will have to ask my husband for that, but I think I can hook you up with some regular mead, if you'd rather have that?"

Myling nodded. "That suits me just fine."

"Mead it is then!" smiled the Argonian. "And your room will be the second door to the right as soon as you get up the stairs."

Myling left some coins at the counter and then sat down with yet another drink over at a secluded corner. Nothing felt as good as to get real drunk before going to bed...