Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20161026012125

''The hunter's head snaps to attention. He sees Don't-Drop-The-Soap and stares intently. "Hello, Argonian", he half-whispers, after some hesitation.''

''"You look hungry, friend. I can fix that... for a fee," speaks the rough-skinned ruffian. The hunter's eyes are filled with furor and his stomach lets out a roar to rival a frost troll's. Even Don't-Drop seems shocked.''

"I shall aid you. The guards here are lazy, they pay little attention. Come here, and I shall help you."

''The hunter brutishly rips asunder the door holding him in his cell. He does the same to the argonian's.''

There is a sickening wet snap.

I was hungry, and I ate of you. I was thirsty, and I drank of you. You have saved me, Argonian.

''Hours later, the hunter is gone. There remains but a bloody spat where the Argonian used to lodge. Even most of the bones are gone.''

''The hunter bounds through the forest. He has heard of certain sects that may help him. He heads towards Riften, seeking a cure for his hunger... and now, a name.''

''What is the thing that goes by "Mr Eaten"? Why is he so unaccountably peckish? What's this about a cat? Where do candles play into this? What is the voice in the well?''

''Questions. So many.''