Sorry for lateness. First week was waiting for more responses in case someone had a clever idea on what to do (I love clever ideas). Second week was me learning not to take on too many projects at once. Hope this is good enough. Tried to do some screenshot stuff, but Skyrim is being a bitch, so fuck that. Haven’t slept in 29 hours. Good fucking night.
Your sleep wasn’t the best you’ve ever had, certainly the worst sleep you can remember (not that it’s much of an achievement), with thoughts swirling in your head for some time after you returned to your room, ideas and sympathies and the memories of what Tara had said weaving themselves back and forth through your mind and, eventually, your dreams, but you eventually got to sleep. It was not particularly restful sleep, but sleep none the less.
You’d like to say that when morning came, you woke to the light of Magnus and the sounds of songbirds. You’d really like to say that you woke up to the voice of a sort-of-half Altmer asking for another round before you go. You’d even prefer to have woke up smelling smoke from the inn burning to the ground…
“Morning’s here, get out,” a voice says as something cold, wet, and liquid splashes your face.
You’d prefer even the fire, if only because Severus is an utter bellend. Sitting up in your bed, lamenting the lack of window that could have let you know it was morning in a way that didn’t involve you being covered in river water, you try and rub the sleep from your eyes and change back out of your prison rags into your thankfully-dry blacks. Now dressed and as ready for the day as you could possibly get, you set off on your first and hopefully last job as a wandering adventurer! At least, that’s what you would do, but there’s something else you have to take care of first.
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