Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-3293219-20140210175556

The guard was a nord, possibly an immigrant from Skyrim but it's more than likely that he was born in this province as Skyrim's nords were often too proud and too stubborn to leave home.

"You're him, aren't you?" The guard muttered, he sounded fearful but also inspired.

"Eldras? What are you talking about?" His imperial friend abandoned his post, joining him and facing Kaizen as they stared at him with the same look of confusion.

Kaizen took a step back, making sure that Petra was in front of him, in case he had to run.

"You're that... ‘Gourmet,’ aren't you?"

What?

"Y-yeah, he is!" The imperial backed him, taking a good look.

Kaizen was confused, he presumed that the Gourmet was some kind of chef but... he didn't see the resemblance. Do all cooks dress like ragged, old serial killers these days? Or is everyone mentally subnormal?

"I don't know what you're talk-"

"I knew it; he had to be an argonian! No hair, nothing to get in the food!" Eldras deduced, leaving the argonian in a state of bewilderment.

These two are either incredibly bored or incredibly thick, either way; I don't have time for it...

"I fear that you have me mistaken with someone else..." Kaizen pushed his hand against Petra's back and pushed her forward, hoping to pass through the guards.

“Your secret’s safe with us.”

I’m sure that it isn’t… 

Kaizen paused; his desire to make them suffer took over.

“Well, I don’t like to tell but I will say that you could get a real kick out of any dish, by adding fox gloves to the recipe…”

“Fox gloves?”

Kaizen said nothing as he walked away and left the fools to slobber over the Gourmet’s secret ingredient.

''That… was far too close. ''