Windy Helmet [M’nari/Jo’tsabhira]
The Khajiit scowled at the map in her hands, as if it were the parchment’s fault that she had somehow doubled back to the Windy Helmet despite leaving it not too long ago. A frustrated huff left her nose before she gently folded up the guide, placing it in a small knapsack she had obtained not so long ago.
Oh well. She was here, and M’nari may as well make the most of it -- although the few coins she had left in her pouch made a groan of dismay rise up from her throat. The Khajiit guessed that she had maybe one mead’s worth of Septims in there, and that was it.
A drink was a drink, she supposed. M’nari entered the tavern and bought a tankard of the booze before sitting at a table near the door, attempting to make the drink last by pulling out her map once more and examining it to see just where it was she went wrong - occasionally looking up at the doorway whenever someone entered, if only to satiate her curiosity.
