Skyrim- Accepting!

[xXMoved AccountXx]

I have Za'zah in the inn just chilling wait for Za'ji to wake up from her cat nap))

[FrostTail]

(( My character is free too seeing I just made her hehehe uwu' I could slip her in there if its okay with u guys ))

[Sperophim]

{sure. Lol. I think Auguseethus is just sitting at the counter smelling the air because he is a potato}

[InfectedHau]

Za'ji cracked her eyes open the merest fraction, the soft light of the candle by her bed as bright as the midday sun to her. Her head felt like a Dwemer Steam Centurion was pounding on it, and the creak of the floorboards beneath her feet only intensified the feeling. " So, this is what a hangover feels like," the assassin said, wincing at the sound of her own voice. She'd only had one drink, but she definitely wasn't going to have any more. Cradling her aching head in her hand, Za'ji slowly made her way out to the main room of the inn.

[xXMoved AccountXx]

Za'zah smiled. "Hey your up." He said and went over to her. "Sleep well love?"

[InfectedHau]

"Remind me to never go near a bottle of mead again," Za'ji said irritably, brushing past her Friend and collapsing into a chair at the bar next to the Oculatus agent. "You have any idea how to cure hangovers?" She asked, though she wasn't sure whether she was asking Za'zah or the agent.

[xXMoved AccountXx]

Za'zah went behind her and rubbed her shoulders. "Not really hon." He said. "Just let it pass, it'll be over after awhile." He said.

[Sperophim]

Auguseethus seemed suprise when Za'ji sat next to him and spoke.
"A minor healing potion usually does it for me." He said. "There's an apothecary here, is there not?"

[xXMoved AccountXx]

"There is." Za'zah said. "Come love, I'll take you to go get some." He said and when he means get some, he meant steal some.

[FrostTail]

'Another hard day at work.' The assassin took bites of the apple in hand as she took careful, quiet steps down the damp street of Riften, that town of which had secrets and dismay riddled about and thieves scuttling around like ants. She didn't like that town, for the residents gave her looks of every type of feeling that wasn't at all positive. She had a pain in her side, mainly because of the sword that met it during a mishap in her assignment. It was a pain to stop the bleeding, but now it left nothing but a small limp. She quietly opened the door to the inn, and was surprised to see the residents inside. Riften was always a shady place, and she knew what shady places were like. However, everyone in that room seemed to be guilty of something. She noticed people she saw in the sanctuary, noticed pale skin and watching eyes. At least she fit in, if anyone noticed her at all. This quiet bosmer went by Phydra, and right now she didnt care about sharing seats. So the elf sat down next to a kajhit with a breath of alcohol, barely noticing the man of who they spoke, and when she did she may or may not have regretted sitting there in the first place. Nevermind it, Phydra thought. Best stay quiet and avoid trouble.

(( *long whistle* wow that was a burst of midnight creativity ))