Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-12599067-20150101005502

Efmrider wrote: (Pessimistic?  Perhaps the word you are looking for is sadistic.  Yes, it is.  But we do it.  Ignoring doesn't always work.

I won't yell at you Billy. Move her. But Kasa doesn't know her. She's seen her, but doesn't even know her name.) (I meant Daedra, but 'kay.)

Even after about thirty minutes of sitting within the Cistern, Veranwen was still feeling very cramped and uncomfortable with the waterway. She'd attempted to start up conversation with one of the few people who hadn't passed out or disappeared, but the Redguard fellow wasn't much for conversation (he seemed kind of depressed), she wasn't interested in talking to the thieves, and the Reachman was just plain scary. Furthermore, she felt quite grimy and hadn't eaten, which did not ease her feelings of discomfort. She wanted to head over to the inn, if only to bathe and eat, but didn't really want to risk upsetting their employer by skipping out, either. But after a moment of consideration, she rose to her feet, grabbing her knapsack and staff before she made her way over to the secret exit she had come from. Since Brynjolf was off doing something else (probably speaking with Maven) and the other thieves didn't care, she escaped back to the streets without issue.

Veranwen let out a sigh of relief as she walked out from under the false floor of the mausoleum, glad to be out of the dark, cramped waterway. She took a moment to enjoy the clean, crisp air, then looked about to see if she had been seen, for she doubted it would end well if the guards saw her coming up from a false floor in a mausoleum. When she was satisfied that she had not been seen, she made her way over to the inn in search of a warm meal and a warm bath.