Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20170509041231/@comment-25924729-20171206083630

She hadnt brought a sleeping bag, but knew there were a few bedrooms upstairs for the tavern's staff. Vale picked one and looked inside, noting the cramped space, cold air and... and... She crinkled her nose at the horrible air, smelling strongly of sweat and musk.

She slammed the door in disgust, it creaked and fell lopsided, a hinge broken. No way she was sleeping in there.

Instead she returned downstairs, collected some cushions from the couches and tossed them by the fireplace. She yawned loudly before curling up in the makeshift bed, soaking in the warmth of the fire.

Vale sensed the others walking around, making their own arrangements for bed. Were they staring at her? She didnt care, utterly relaxed, her thoughts were foggy, the flames were warm, cushions soft...

Purr...~

(I can post normally now. Thanks for the concern guys :))