Ricky grunted and groaned as his side hurt from her lending him a hand, of course when he griped about it she remained persistant enough to where he just gave up at allowed her. He was already dealing with a painful headache and a slight dizzyness from trying to stand, so he was better off letting her help and taking the pain anyhow. She started with the questions next as they continued their trek to the inn, the final being which room was his since they were getting near the place. Ricky sighed frequently as he pushed himself onward, he needed to lay in bed before his mind decided to black out. Should that happen now he would likely fall over in the middle of the street, so straining himself just to get to the safety of a warm bed was more than worth it.
"Down the hall, fourth on the right." He repeated from his memory, as they neared the entrance. "I'm sailin to Nyka to find a friend, and the ship made berth here yesterday for supplies. I'll be leavin tomorrow thank Laviku, no offense directed to ya or anythin. I'm just ready to be on the move, the sooner I find my friend the sooner I can bring 'er back home." The two made their way down the hall until they arrived at the fourth door on the right, Ricky was pretty sure every patron in the tavern watched his sorry state pass on by, yet he didn't care what they thought right now. He only needed the comfort of a soft bed and plush pillow. He took the key out of his pocket with another painful scowl on his face, already he was sick and tired of hurting from his injuries. When he unlocked the door he twisted the knob and allowed it to swing open, as the two continued on inside the room for Ricky to finally ease his way on the bed. It took a chime before he could.finally relax, but when he did he was sitting against the bedframe. "Dawh shyke, can ye hand me that rag?" He pointed to a stained white rag on the table across the room, as he held his nose once more. He had actually forgotten that it too was injured, that is until it started to bleed again.
"Down the hall, fourth on the right." He repeated from his memory, as they neared the entrance. "I'm sailin to Nyka to find a friend, and the ship made berth here yesterday for supplies. I'll be leavin tomorrow thank Laviku, no offense directed to ya or anythin. I'm just ready to be on the move, the sooner I find my friend the sooner I can bring 'er back home." The two made their way down the hall until they arrived at the fourth door on the right, Ricky was pretty sure every patron in the tavern watched his sorry state pass on by, yet he didn't care what they thought right now. He only needed the comfort of a soft bed and plush pillow. He took the key out of his pocket with another painful scowl on his face, already he was sick and tired of hurting from his injuries. When he unlocked the door he twisted the knob and allowed it to swing open, as the two continued on inside the room for Ricky to finally ease his way on the bed. It took a chime before he could.finally relax, but when he did he was sitting against the bedframe. "Dawh shyke, can ye hand me that rag?" He pointed to a stained white rag on the table across the room, as he held his nose once more. He had actually forgotten that it too was injured, that is until it started to bleed again.
All in all, it was an enjoyable thread and Ricky is such a nice guy, isn't he?
