Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: No more screeching c:/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin
Raavi got up after applying the potion, shrugging.
"I'm well-off financially, and the stuff you're making won't benefit me as much as it would you. After all, it's a rush to get your first reward. I want you to be able to experience that in all of it's glory." she smirked mischievously, shaking her ankle a little bit. While it still did hurt, she would be able to walk on it easier now.
"Follow me, then. I'm sure that the Bee and Barb has some amazing ale that we can try." she walked in front of Conavin, flicking her tail to the store closest to them and walking in it's direction.
Slick/ Brenton/ Thief/ Mood: Lonely, surprised./ Male/ 19/ Tags; ...Runa?
Slick hung his head down, negative ideas circling around his mind. This reminded him of his childhood, but at least it wasn't as severe or intense as his past. He shook his head weakly, not wanting to remember anything. It was too painful, and too clear and vivid. If he tried to recall the experiences, it would only make things worse.
Not that it can get much worse than this... he thought ruefully, sadly, softly exhaling out a bit of his grief. He had been so nice to Runa, and she seemed like a wonderful Khajiit. So, what had he done wrong? Was it something he said? Or was he just a bad person in general? Without any warning, fast footsteps filled his ears. Slick jolted back, inching deeper into the bench. He didn't like to explain
why, but sudden and fast movements made him flinch. He raised his head up, his eyes widening in fear that quickly diminished and dispersed once he saw who it was.
"Runa?" Slick called, tilting his head. His voice was sad and hurt, weaved together with self-loathing and shame. What was she doing here? The man timidly got up, his confident nature completely disintegrated. He wasn't feeling like his best right now. He listened to the Khajiit solemnly, embarrassed and confused. He held onto his notebook tightly, his fingers tracing along the spine of it.
"Of course." he answered quickly, frowning. His expression showed that he didn't know how Runa got the idea that he would throw it away. No matter how the female treated him, he would hold onto it. He promised that to himself at that moment.
"But, listen." he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
"I-I can't talk anymore, I need to go." he said hurriedly. Slick took his hood and put it over his head and face, the man's bright-red hair becoming covered; like a veil for his bright emotions that had been slathered with negativity and hopelessness. Slick quickly and sheepishly rushed away, keeping his head to the ground and the book close to his chest.
Maramal the Sharper/ Redguard/ Assassin/ Mood: Relieved./ Male/ 27/ Tags; None.
Maramal rushed out of the streets back into his room, shutting his door and lying on his bed. While it wasn't wise to stay, he needed to rest. He hadn't slept in a few days due to traveling, and he had no worries about the guards finding Endarie's body. The redguard could always use some gold to buy his way out of a sentence. It was funny how guards could be crooked like that, all you had to do was give them a scent of money and they would comply. It made things so much easier. Maramal took his mask off, taking in a few deep breaths. He allowed his muscles to relax, taking off his sheath and daedric sword and placing it close to him.
