Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20161126200539

''The next morning, Jabari chops firewood for the day, then heads out. What if... what if he had a swimming pool!''

''He heads down to the shrine to Talos in the Wind District. Huh, looks like Brenuin passed out drunk in a pool of his own vomit. Again. Oh well, not his problem. There are a few benefits to NOT being a guard. Heimskr keeps shouting. That one priestess of Kynareth is obsessing over the tree still. The faint metallic pounding of Warmaiden's continues in its rythmic fashion, occasionally joined by the likes from Skyforge. Nazeem is... not here? What a relief. All the little details of Whiterun and its people really get to a person after a while.''

''Anyways, now he has a duty to do. He pulls out a borrowed bowl and stands in the pools flanking the Dragonsreach pathway. As people walk past, he asks for donations of spittle. For the first few hours, the only person who really comes by is that fellow he saw yesterday. They keep jumping over the edge of the landing and seem to try to make it back on the path, but keep falling in the pool he's standing in and then begrudgingly swimming to the exit stair. Then, Arcadia walks by. Strange, she rarely ever gets to the Cloud district. What's she doing?''

"Spare some spittle for a spiffy new swimming pool?"

''She stands for a full minute, dumbfounded. "I'm not certain, but by a 'swimming pool' I assume you're referring to a personal watering hole of sorts. Regardless, you are aware where you're standing... right?"''

"Of course! Outside Dragonsreach in the... decorative... pools... oh. By the way, I rarely see you up here. Moving up in the world?"

"Yes! Jarl Balgruuf offered me a position as his resident alchemist. Anywho, go sit by the hearth for a while and dry off. Toodles!"

''Arcadia and Jabari head in opposite directions. He punches Heimskr off of the curb before taking Arcadia's advice. It's now about noon.''