Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5540440-20140923021702

Evelyn grunted quietly as she dumped Fel onto the floor, then rearranged his limbs so that he looked to be peacefully sleeping, rather than ferociously recovering from a severe wound. "My my, you seem to have grown quite fat for the world's greatest thief..." She grumbled softly as she set about making dinner for him. She tromped around the Ragged Flagon and grabbed seemingly random ingredients (a minor healing potion, some carrots, a rabbit leg, and a sweetroll) and threw all but one of them into her cooking pot.

As Evelyn went about the semi-noisy process of making dinner, Fel blinked awake and stretched lazily, idly feeling his neck for any holes or traces of blood. Satisfied that there were none, he stood up and hobbled over to a nearby chair to rest his slowly mending leg. "What are you cooking in that vile pot now?" He asked softly, knowing full well what she was making and wondering if he'd have the stomach to eat it.

"You know full well what I'm making Mr. Skooma Addict. And I can tell that you haven't been taking your medicine lately." Evelyn retorted calmly as she poured the healing potion into the pot and stirred the mixture together. "And I doubt you've eaten as of late anyways."

Slightly surprised to know that so much was easily visible to the woman's trained eye, Fel leaned back in his chair and inspected his leg quietly, the all-too-familiar scent of his least favorite food wafting throughout the cavernous room. "At least she didn't drink any of my blood..." He mumbled under his breath while he fished out a ruined vial of skooma and threw it in the water.

(There are other people in the Flaggon by the way, they're just doing bidniss. Random question: If I made a non-timewalker, could they be a servant of Theriel?)