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The day had not been a good one for Roze. First of all, the whole debacle with Sagax - and his 'charming' sister - had left both her body and her ego bruised. Following the argument, Roze had wandered sullenly around the village for a while, drinking more alcohol and emptying her stomach a few times before finally passing out in her room. During this inebriated wandering however, she had wanted nothing more than to find her imperial friend and apologise for her behaviour. But something held her back; Roze wanted to think it was anger, or desire to avoid Piper and getting thrown around like a ragdoll again. What with pushing down both guilt and shame as she avoided the Speculatus siblings, it was clear she was just being too cowardly to do anything about it. Roze had never had much in the way of good friends before; not like Sagax had been, anyway. As such, a falling out like the one they'd had hurt far more than arguments in the past with old companions.

Choosing to simply let things lie for a bit, Roze hoped the air would clear around Dawnstar, and her owns concerns would become a tad more alleviated as time went on... but as further events unfolded in the small coastal town, her stomach began to turn to knots of worry. First, the rumours of Ashav being attacked. While the Breton was hardly close to the esteemed leader of the mercenary group (In fact, she was sure the last time she'd spoken properly to him was back in Windhelm, during the first "suicide run"), her concern was more with the other rumours. That of the theft of various documents, displaying the names of those in the group. Roze could only guess that the attack and theft was the work of Armigers, or anyone else stupid or power-hungry enough to work for the Kamal... but it was still an odd thing to do, particularly while leaving Ashav alive. While he wasn't the best leader in the world, his death would shake the group to it's core. Struggles for taking the empty spot of leader would likely cause divides too - so what on earth did they find so valuable in this robbery?

At the point when these rumours reached her, Roze was in no real state to waste brainpower on possible theories. All she could think about was her name and description being spread around... particularly to the not so far away hold of Haafingar. Knowledge of her being sneaky and good at stealing was well known amongst the camp by now, but she hadn't made it obvious (other than to the few she could trust) about how professional her thievery was. Nor had she thrown around her bounty in Solitude - with employment documents possibly missing from camp, Roze feared it wouldn't take much for someone to connect the dots, particularly if they'd spent any amount of time with her. Solitude wasn't too far from Dawnstar, and thoughts of being captured and sent off to to the dungeons of Castle Dour kept circling around Roze's head for the remainder of the day. The rogue kept telling herself she was simply being paranoid, such thoughts being made worse by tiredness and alcohol - but this did nothing to help her relax, and she spent the night tossing and turning, trying not to throw up again.


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Thanks to her drunken antics the night before, Roze was particularly dishevelled when reporting for duty at the docks. Many of the group looked tired what with the early hour they were up at, but all Roze wanted to do was find a warm, dark hole to crawl into and pass out. Or die - whichever stopped the thumping in her head and churning of her stomach. The gentle rocking of the boat wasn't doing wonders for her queasiness either, already making her dread for how much worse she'd feel when actually out on the real waves. Not really paying attention to Ashav as he spoke, Roze's eyes wandered around the group she stood with - half of them were remaining in Dawnstar, to investigate the murders. Normally she would have preferred a job like that, but being away from Sagax (and Piper) would make things easier. Hopefully, anyway. It would hardly be a walk in the park with Dumhuvud in charge.

Scoffing quietly at Ashav's finishing words before dismissal, Roze glanced at the Cat-Kicker's glowering and bruised face for a moment. [i]"Glad? I think the prick would give himself a hernia if some poor soul dared to ask him about mission plans."[/i]

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For once, Roze felt glad at arriving at their destination, even despite the likelihood of it being swarmed with Armigers. As anticipated, she had spent the first day sailing sick as a dog; throwing up what was left in her stomach over the side of the boat, and retching the rest of the day. The first night had brought her no sleep as insomnia kicked in, but she was thankfully able to force some stale bread down. Her second day would have been much better, had it not been for her lack of sleep - Roze had had to scurry away quickly from their glowering leader after she yawned one too many times in front of him. While no threats were given, his face of thunder was enough to relocate herself to the other side of the ship.

As the third day approached and Bleakrock Isle came into view, Roze was anxious to get onto dry land and get the mission over and done with. Thankfully, this job was more up her alley, what with being a sneak attack. It was amazing what you could get away with when being quiet and out of sight; one time she had shot and killed what she had once thought was a lone bandit out on the roads, only for his friend to come out of nowhere and start yelling into the shadows, his sword drawn. He gave up after just a minute, walked back to his friend [i]sheathed his sword[/i], and promised the corpse that he would be avenged. That was when she had put an arrow into the idiot who had just turned his back to her.

Getting back on solid earth was more pleasant than she first expected, and she stretched in a very cat-like manner to loosen up her taught muscles. While she had managed to snatch up a few hours of sleep before landing, fatigue was still very much set in her bones. At the prospect of enemies however, adrenaline began to flow and shake her weary mind back to full power. Bow in hand, Roze ignored most of Dumhuvud's barking orders, wondering why the hell someone as loud and obvious as the Cat-Kicker had been put in charge of a stealth mission. Watching on as Sadri and a new Dunmer to the group took point (Unwillingly so, poor sods) Roze kept herself towards the side of the group, silently casting a detect life spell to better see into their dark surroundings. So far, nothing looked out of the ordinary; but she remained vigilant, an arrow already loosely knocked into her bow as she walked parallel to the two Dunmeris at the front.