Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20150221073310/@comment-5424581-20150426051944

"You can't speak, what happened to your throat? Is there any way I can help you?" You ask while hugging her. (I'm sure you've noticed I like to combine your suggestions)

Lysona thinks for a moment. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a torch. She lights it and points to the fire.

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"Pleased to meet you Sina. This man with me is Silann. I'm not travelling by choice, I lost my memory and I'm investigating what happened, but company would be welcome. You seemed troubled when the Dunmer entered, is he the inn owner? I hope he's not giving you trouble."

"He's a friend of my mother. She died years ago and since then he's been taking care of me. He owns the inn. If I could come with you I would."