Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141124040131/@comment-11457306-20141126042938

Megan sat back in her chair, relaxing and smiling pleasantly. The wine was really good. Not as good as the wine her father imported from Cyrodiil, but much better than the slop she'd drunk on her journey to Skyrim. She was really pretty when she smiled and the wine gave her cheeks a pleasant rosy flush. Her freckles spread across her nose and cheeks, giving her an endearing look.

Riona had stayed where she was, hidden at the top of the stairs, waiting to lend a hand should things turn sour. She marveled at how cleverly the Breton girl spoke to the man, keeping him distracted.