Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-29458028-20140912003141

M3m3m2 wrote: Fel blinked (if you could say that) awake slowly and stretched, noting how intensly sore his msucles were and the missing computer and pistol. "So you caught me napping did you?" He chuckled to himself as he slowly sat up and rubbed his back. "Shocked me nonetheless. How rude."

He spent a few moments dressing and decided that he'd rent a room at a nearby tavern, get a good night's rest, and head down to Black Marsh. He set off, nimbly leaping over the river, but nearly falling on the landing, and stumbled down to the road, and was very soon rewarded with th esight of his favorite border-inn. He pushed the door open with a heavy sigh and waved hello to the barmaid. "Mind if I grab some mead, miss?" He asked politely before dropping a small bag of coins onto the counter and sitting at a table not to far away from Francois and Claire.

Fel was served 3 bottles of mead by a waitress, who took the bag of coins. She didn't give any change and just noiselessly walked away.

(Francois is a lawyer and cop, you don't expect him to be nice to thieves, do you? Trust me, when we get to the 8th era, Fel's going to have the time of his life)