Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5540440-20140911051540

Fel slowly blinked awake, still at the bottom of the river. He lifted his head slowly and tried to find his chest, buried amongst the muck and grime of the riverbed before slowly standing up and stretching. That was a good nap... He thought to himself as he shambled out of the river and sat next to where his clothes were, along with the strange, Dwemer-like pistol and the even stranger black box that was now blinking again (self-repairing tech for the win??). "Guess you don't like the water, do you? Best not put you back or that pretty lady will be pretty pissed, assuming she isn't already." He mumbled softly as he stretched out on a rock to dry off his scales in the bright sunlight. ''If I can make it to the cave, then I'll fence off the stuff in three days. If they catch me before then I guess they can have it back. I wonder how those two got here...'' He hummed softly at the disturbing thought, and decided to let his subconscious mull it over while he slowly dripped/evaporated dry.