amidianborn skyrim floating imperial heads

The kid is a collateral annoyance she needs to endure, at least for a couple more hours. She finds herself looking at Ash's dumb grin, and would give her remaining septims to make it vanish, but she knows she cannot. 'What do you want at this hour, Ash?' Ivali flings open the door and with some regret realises that she had not locked it the night before. 'Ivali, sorry, did I wake you up?' 'Yes, you did.' Another sorry follows through. She takes a pick through the keyhole, and all she sees is blue fabric. The cold floor is a boon to her aching feet. She tentatively closes her shirt as best as she can, puts on her trousers hung on the bedframe and staggers shoeless up to the door.

Toc t - 'Fuck, I heard it!' Her curse cuts short the knocking. There's barely any light and the room is flooded in the sickly blue of a pre-dawn morning. She rubs her bleary eyes to get a better focus of the room, even if in this barren place there's nothing to see. She retches as she tries to sit with her back up on the bed, and caresses her head as if it might help to alleviate the persistent headache. She shouldn't drink so much here, in this foreign land where she needs every ounce of her waking attention to not get herself in some shitty situation just because she’s too intoxicated to notice. The only thing she remembers of the night is an anxious restlessness that brought her to burn sixty septims on overpriced liquor. She's not sure what this something might be, though. The pangs of a hangover cloud over her head, as well as the nagging sensation that her sudden wake tore away from her something really important she attained during sleep. She groans and tosses around in her bed, the sheets and her undergarments drenched in a cold sweat.

Amidianborn skyrim floating imperial heads