...blasted blasted dwarfs and their blasted vests...
Angua steps into the Inn, kicks the door shut behind her, leans against it, and slides slowly to the floor, eyes closed.
She's sort of assumed it's her room - give her a minute or two to figure it out.
For now, she's just going to sit here on the floor, leaning back against the door, and try to remember she can't just pass out here, there's a bed and a basket (so she thinks) less than ten feet away.
But gods, she's tired. And her mouth hurts. Anyone looking at her might notice that the skin around her mouth's a bit pinkish, like it's been burned.
"Last time I save someone's life," she mutters under her breath. "Absolutely the last."
Which she knows is a lie right there, but let her believe it.
She's sort of assumed it's her room - give her a minute or two to figure it out.
For now, she's just going to sit here on the floor, leaning back against the door, and try to remember she can't just pass out here, there's a bed and a basket (so she thinks) less than ten feet away.
But gods, she's tired. And her mouth hurts. Anyone looking at her might notice that the skin around her mouth's a bit pinkish, like it's been burned.
"Last time I save someone's life," she mutters under her breath. "Absolutely the last."
Which she knows is a lie right there, but let her believe it.