
Daisyfang Weirdo wrote:Elder scrolls, khajiit dovahkiin, doorway | tags: Catra
Out of all the places Daro'zahbi would have been used to waking up in - a patch of grass, an abandoned cabin, a nosy Inn, even jail... This certainly was not one of them. Giving her slit eyes a few seconds to adjust to the lighting, the khajiit noticed that despite the luxurious bedding wrapped around her body, she was definitely sore. "What the.." She muttered to herself in confusion. Reluctantly throwing the blankets aside, Daro'zahbi rose to her feet, realising at once why she was so sore. The familiar, faint rattle of stormcloak armour filled her ears, making her scowl. Why had she been sleeping in armour, of all things? She clearly wasn't exposed out in the open. Scolding herself, she patted herself down, in search of her war axe or hunting bow, to no avail. Only a small dagger was on her person. "It'll have to do." she told herself.
Noticing the wardrobe in front of her, Daro'zahbi opened it in search of more.. subtle clothing. If she was going to sneak out of here, the faint rattle of armour would not benefit her. She once again began scolding herself, wondering why she didn't steal none political armour for once, instead of looking like some Talos-loving Nord. "Are these all.. gowns?" Daro'zahbi muttered incredulously. "Where in the deities' names is this one?" Picking the plainest dress she could find in there, she prepared to get changed when she heard a knocking on her door, and an "Hey, anyone in there?!".
Unsheathing her claws, Daro'zahbi flung the door open, nearly ripping the note she hadn't noticed before off of the door. Already in a defensive stance, she hissed in a raspy voice "Who are you?! What is Daro'zahbi doing here?!"



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