Leslee
*She chuckled.*

"Then we share the same sentiment. I dont care for... Clans. Especially those who exploit others."

*Guard rotation came through, nine guards were in single file. They didn't even glance at Drinks.*

"Odd number... Usually 12 are in line by this point in the rotation. I've been seeing the number 9 a lot lately..."
Isabelle
"Three in the enginesh of war." **In-Her-Drinks nods, as though that clears it up.**

"Shtormcloaksh shtretched thin, she thinks."
Leslee
"No. This feels like a sign."

*She looked at her.*

"But you dont care about stupid nord superstitions. I have a feeling something is coming for me. Good or bad..."

*A drunk Dunmer was stumbling in front of them. An older woman, holding a big bottle of Sujamma. She locked eyes with Drinks.*

"Why... Is that... Schale skin? N'waah... Should be outside the walls... Doing what you were meant to do."
Isabelle
**In-Her-Drinks just smiles at the drunken ongoer.**

"Shtash her a bottle of thaa Sujamma at th'docksh and you'll 'ave her out there all day!"

**Drinks gives a cheery chuckle, holding her torso as she guffaws.**
Leslee
*The Dunmer threw the half empty bottle out in a random direction.* 

"You creatures... Destroyed my home... I wouldnt give you anything..."

*She approached like a Zombie. Dasil cracked her knuckles.*
Isabelle
**Drinks puts a hand on Dasil's torso, keeping her back.**

"In-Her-Drinksh wantsh no troublesh, pleashe. She will go back to the docksh."

**Drinks turns her back to the Dumner, looking to Dasil with a bit of a pleading look.**
Leslee
"By Vivec I will put you in the ground. Stand back, or I will hurt you."

*She just kept approaching. Too drunk to think straight.*

"I'm giving you a last chance! You're making a mistake!"
Isabelle
**Drinks widens her eyes. She yells at Dasil.**

"SHTOP!"

**Drinks plops a hand on Dasil's shoulder. She wasn't strong enough to stop the Nord, even if she wanted to, but she hoped the sternness in her voice was enough.**
Leslee
*Everyone stopped. It was as though her voice had pierced reality itself, everyone stood still. The Dunmer woman stopped approaching. Dasil stared her down with her piercing blue eyes.*

"Be on your way. Now."

*And she stumbled off, probably to bother someone else.*
Carissa
I check regardless of if im tagged or not im just more inactive today because of school.
Isabelle
**Drinks watched the Dumner wander off. She turns to walk the other direction.**

"She is grateful for your help. But altercashuns now would only make thingsh worshe for Argoniansh."
Leslee
"I'm sorry. I hate dealing with drunks, like that anyway..."

*She looked to the distance. She had an empty look in her eye, like the lights are on but no-one was home.*

"I have to go now. Please, don't follow me."
Isabelle
"Do what you musht. Thank you for your kindnessh. If you want anything... Particular... In-Her-Drinksh can shee about getting it."