Tharggus

Rumira sits upon a raggedy sofa resting in front of a warm fire. She sips a small bit of ale before picking up a piece of charcoal and sketching into the pages of a dark maroon book. Time passes and as she finishes the sketch she'd set the book aside and glance around Tharggus's mute home. The silence being unusual and dispiriting. She sips the ale once more and finishes off the last few drops before wrapping her arms around a pillow and crumpling up at the end of the couch. Swiftly her eyes would fall shut and dreams creep in.