Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5540440-20140912164120

"I'm "behind the times" because we don't have computers in the Third Era? I think you should work on your definition of stupid, Claire." Fel mumbled grumpily as he sat in teh seat she had previously occuppied. Truth be told, this was the seat he always tried for when he visitid this tavern because it provided him with a view of the entire tavern without easily being seen from any given point. She must have at least been a slightly experienced thief if she had deliberately chosen this spot for that purpose. While he was thinking, his eyes slowly scanned the room, keeping an eye out for any suspicious persons other than what appeared to be a Dwenmer hitting on his barmaid (not that he cared), a strange couple who were just standing in the doorway, and, of course Claire and Francois, who were probably getting all buddy-buddy in the bedroom. After a short while, satisfied that nobody was looking, Fel pulled out his lockpicking set and started to oil it to keep any rusting at bay.