Marbruk, wood elf owned but Dominion ruled, she had to be careful who she trusted as to not be taken back to the veiled heritance.

Shouldn't be too hard to hide as they seemed distracted by something precious being taken from the mages guild...a staff she heard one say...so they wouldn't be on the look for a khajiit minding her own right?

They entered 'The Parchment & Horn'....odd name for an inn, the disappointed look on Erikk's face that made us doubt there'd be any gorgeous serving wenches here was priceless. The big burly Nord with a luscious beard waved us over.

"Come on kitten, let's find you a bath." She pushed him forward.

"But the serving wench...the bosoms," he held his hands palm up in front of him like he was holding fruit, indicating what he lacked.

"I understand little Erikk will be disappointed, but I refuse to have a Isozeva that smells, sleeping by me."

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"Yeah I guess," then he thought a moment, he used to travel with a khajiit that insulted him all the time...he knew the word she used… "oh and I'll have you know I am FAR from being poorly endowed, many women have been pleased with me." He said proudly as any Nord would.

"I'm sure they have kitten, now go clean up," she shoved him in the tub.

"What? You're not going to wash me?" He held up the soap.

She genuinely laughed at him, "this one is not drunk enough to do that, enjoy your bath." She waved at him as she walked to the bedroom to lay down.

Hours had passed when she woke, she must have been tired...as she should, she hadn't slept in almost two days. She went to get up and realized she wasn't able to move; confused she looked around and saw Erikk had come over to her bed at some point in the night and was snuggled into her.

She tried to shift him but it wasn't working.

She extended one claw on her hand, and slowly turned her hand to find his side, and proceeded to claw him in the rib, "Shor's Bones!" Erikk released her and rolled off the bed.

She rolled over to look at the sod of a man on the floor, "Fumbateno! What do you think you're doing!?"

He threw his hands up in defense, "nothing I swear, it was cold and you looked so warm and comfortable that I couldn't resist."

"One should at least have the decency to ask before taking such action." She didn't want to tell him the real reason she was angry...she'd never slept with let alone next to a man before...any man.

"I'm sorry, yes I should have, I was foolish, forgive me." She retracted her claw, and he got up off the floor and went back to his own bed.

She admits it felt nice having someone snuggled into her, she hadn't done that since she was little with her sister, but now that she made a scene of things she didn't dare ask for it.