"Sod it all!" Mokaya roared at the first bump, causing her freshly-purchased tankard of mead to tumble off of the bar, belching its contents out onto the floor. Her continued curses and snarls were silenced with the second bump.<br/><br/>Foggy. Warm. Buzzy. Not nice. The orc shook her head awkwardly as she lifted herself up onto her powerfully-muscled arms, trying to get the whining out of her head. Such a huge blast. She saw a dark elf already onto his feet, screaming to get out of the inn. Thick-headed though she sometimes was, Mokaya thought that that sounded like an absolutely terrific idea.<br/><br/>With a groan and the cracks of a few misplaced bones, she raised her big, ocean-blue eyes to the ruins of Helgen -- and the dragon.<br/><br/>By Orsinium. They were real.<br/><br/>Long, strong legs started to regain their feeling and push the orc forward. Had to get out of this inn. Had to get out of this town.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>