Excuse me, but you and Quill-Weave are just friends!
Anyway, you are not bisexual. Frankly, even if you were attracted to women you would much rather have a friend than another lover. You know, have a relationship that actually means something.
That said, you do your best to carefully slip out of bed without disturbing her too much.
Your “best” is actually pretty clumsy and terrible.
Luckily, Quill-Weave is a sound sleeper. She stirs a little bit but doesn’t wake up.
She looks comfortable enough. You guess you’ll just leave her there.
Because I don’t know what that was, but I know what it isn’t: A king. (Or an emperor.) Neither kings nor emperors do that. Maybe you should find somebody to help you do some research on this. Once you’ve dealt with delivering this letter to Kvatch, of course!
It’s transformed before, yeah. Sometimes worse than tonight.
This is the first time it’s ever outright attacked you, though. But like you said, this was also the first time you’ve ever attacked it. You guess you just needed a reminder that sometimes things aren’t worth fighting.
But you’re right, nobody else has dream problems like this. This can’t be normal. When you get a chance, maybe you’ll ask around and see if anyone knows what’s wrong with you.
Yeah, looks like you accidentally hit an unfortunate little spider hanging over Quill-Weave’s bed. It is currently flipping the fuck out, terrified of everything around it.
But hey! At least you pulled off the scary Khajiit eye thing again. You’re getting better at that, though it can’t be good for your eyes.
Your inventory bar? Well, it’s a horizontal list representing everything you are holding. You’re imagining it with a parchment texture, square compartments, and a little brass slidey-thing on the end. The sliding thing doesn’t serve any real purpose, but it looks cool. Also, as a kid you used to play with slide rules when you were bored; the physical resemblance to one makes the inventory bar easier to imagine.
Oh, were you asking how it stores items? Well basically you just pick stuff up and then imagine it on the list. Your inventory bar doesn’t actually do anything beyond that. That would be silly.
You test it out by nabbing that long leather strap. No adventurer should ever be caught without rope, and this is the closest thing you have.
Quill-Weave shouldn’t mind you taking it. You’re pretty sure this bondage gear doesn’t even belong to her. I mean, she seems pretty reserved about her sexuality, and the only teethmarks in that ball gag were yours and…
… the skeleton’s, apparently?
You have so many questions about that night.
That’s a lot of crap you really don’t want to carry. Maybe if you can think of a really good reason then you’ll take it along, but you’re already going to have your hands pretty full. Not to mention you don’t have anything to carry all this stuff in.