Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140706152951/@comment-11457306-20140712014444

"I think we can talk, Bjolmar." She was trying to decide what he meant about liking having her around. She really wished he would speak plainly. Her head ached where she'd been slammed against the bars and her throat was on fire. She didn't feel like having a debate. She just wanted this to be over with. She wanted to go back to ...to just being Tegan. Taking the occasional job and visiting the little cabin in the mountains beyond Riften, where no one gave her grief or asked troublesome questions.

Sighing, she sat down on the plank, again wishing that she had water.