Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140102232229

''Nish shut the door to his room and locked it behind him, to keep any would be persons from Porlock at bay. ''

''"Stone floor... that's going to be cold in the morning." He smirked, entering and looking around.''

"Hey!"

''"I mean, I'm not complaining, it gives us an incentive to stay in bed afterall."  "Now that, is a great excuse to lie in!" Eilonwyn laughed sitting down, taking care to remove the Dreamworld Amulet and placing it on the bedside table.''

''After a while she flopped back and lay down with her legs dangling off the end of the bed. ''

"Are you still alive?"

''"It's been a strange night hasn't it.."  "For us? Not really, I'd call this pretty normal." Nish replied, falling back on the bed.''

''"If we had one day without daedra or crazed khajit or crazy old bird women... I'd be pretty worried." '' "Breton!"

''Eilonwyn gave a small laugh.  She turned on her side so she was compeletely facing him now. "D'you think I should wear that armour C'laro gave me? I don't really like the look of it. Even if it enhances my already awesome abilities!" Eilonwyn chuckled.'' ''"Heh... it might stop the orcs from checking you out." Nish chuckled. ''

''"Well I think it'd be better if I wore nothing at all right now" She grinned pulling him into a kiss for a bit of "courting." ''

"Breton!"

Nish awoke, gasping in shock.

"Wh-what?"

A dunmer child was leaning on his chest, looking down on his face.

"See grandad, I told you; he wasn't dead!"

"I didn't ask you to wake to the poor bastard!" The old dunmer snapped at her, from afar.

Nish rubbed his face, wishing that he was back at that inn... that night.

"Where... am I?" He muttered, dazed, prompting the girl to back away from him and snuggle up to her grandfather for 'protection' from the sick breton.

"Nobody knows." The old dunmer replied, as Nish attempted to sit up and face him but failed, due to the pain and fell on his back again. The Dunmer carried on talking like nothing had happened, "We were out for a walk a few days ago, when we fell down a pitt."

"You fell down the pitt grandad!" The little girl corrected him.

"Yeah... I fell down the pitt and broke my damn pelvis." He recounted, seeming awfully cheerful about it.

"Yeah, same thing happened to me..." Nish muttered, rolling onto his side. It took a lot of effort and it hurt a little but it was worth it to finally face his cell mates.

An old dunmer man, balding with an old guy goat beard sat opposite him. He looked like he was in rags but he was actually in tatty farmer's attire that just hadn't been washed in years, his daughter was a scrawny little thing with greasy hair, who appeared to be wearing something that resembled a potato sack. Nish couldn't help but pity them, even on the streets he had some decent clothes. It might sound like an odd thing to spend money on but it could be a life or death issue, the true difference between a good night's sleep or hypothermia. Next to him lay two, poorly dressed, dunmer women, both of them were sat up, sleeping in eachother's arms.

"You got a name son?" The old man asked, noticing that Nish was deep in thought.

"N- Daniel... Daniel Howe."

"I'm Helseth, this is my grandaughter Nepht..." The girl raised her hand and spread her fingers out in response.

"Those are my daughters, Laliah and Tabith..."

Nish didn't care but it was nice hearing something that wasn't death and doom for once. "You got captured together?"

"Yep, we were all out on a stroll." Helseth explained, smiling at Nepht as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm.

"You're lucky, I got impaled..." The breton wheezed, closing his hand, since it was the only thing he could do.

"I saw... they came in with you and thought for sure that you were a gonner. You proved them wrong, huh?"

"Yeah, it's a habbit that I really need to drop." Nish muttered in response.

"So... you said that you were with someone. So someone's looking for you."

Nish didn't know how trustworthy this man was. He obviously wasn't working for them but the threat of torture or the fear of losing his daughters or grandaughter could lead him to trechary.

"Yeah..."

"Who?"

"Friends..." he muttered in response, trying to be vague.

"No family?" Helseth enquired.

"I had a family..." Nish began, his eyes welling up as they darted around. "But it's gone now... it left me."

"Oh..." Hesleth replied, sympathetically. "That happened to me once, my first wife, she took the kids and bolted when I was your age."

"Yeah... it's shit, isn't it?" Nish mumbled without thinking about Nepht's little ears.

Hesleth put his hands over her ears but it was too late, he couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, she's heard worse after her grandpa's had a few..."

Nish smiled as he tried to get some sleep, hopefully regaining his strength.