Riona Galsette: The Roxey Village, The Roxey Inn. --4E 201

A low rumbled snore shifted in volume. High and low it went signaling the young woman's deep state of slumber. A slight whistle at the end of each exhaled breath marked a rhythmic tune in the quiet upstairs floor of the Roxey inn. Sweat in her palms and perspiration on her forehead flushed her body's remaining alcohol content out of her system. She dreamed of nothing that night save the few flash scenes of her exaggerated victory over the headless corpse. 

The dream gave no credit or recollection of anyone else at the site nor would her subconscious allow it. She had slain the monster and was well deserving of her pay and the heroic deed actually marked her first ever job accomplished as a bonafide witchhunter, or so she believed.

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Morning came with rays beaming down from the small window-like slits in the top of the room. The light was bright like a laser that only shone over her face and eyes. A red tinge of color was all she could see behind those tired eyelids as she did her best to slowly inch them open. A soft feminine groan fallowed by a stretch of the arms and a nice enjoyable yawn with the pleasurable pull of the back shoulder muscles were her first actions into the waking world full of reward money.

 It only took about a couple seconds from the combined pain of a blistering, pounding headache of her injury and sore bottom to augment a sickening oversensitive hangover she began to suffer from. Both hands immediately clasped at her forehead, the thought of daring to feel the back of her scalp for the tombstone wound came to mind but it was all too much to even try.

Another hour was spent moaning in hushed complaints and cruses till she finally had enough strength to meet the day ahead of her. 

She already knew she was in a room but had no idea that a good Samaritan had done her the favor of leading her back to the Inn. Since the details of last night were all blur, she assumed that she had paid her own stay and crashed soon after her conquest. She regretted the few pints of ale she had yes, but at least getting those hundred septims were something to look forward to. She fixed her self and groomed as much as any tomboy would to make her self a tad bit pretty over decent. Travel pack in her back, she marched down the stairs with puffed chest and a big attitude. Sure the migraine still lingered amd ached but it wasn't enough to stop her ego.

"Bartend, I've vanquished the pest and your local zombie has been destroyed." She said with a slight more arrogance than humble pride. "Of whom should should I collect my reward from?" 

Both palms over the bar table and a large grin from ear to ear plastered on that small face of hers. Early rising patrons looking at her morning commotion, it wasn't a common thing to see such a scene. "my name will become renowned." she thought excitedly.