Alright.

I'm not dead.

Tis to say I've been a mite bit busy as of late, and I hope none of ye have managed to set anything on fire while I've been in.

[Being very sick]

And sayin' it now, I'll be in for the rest of the winter, none of ye are to ask me to leave the shop for any other reason than to buy food, because I ain't goin'.

It's colder than the frozen center of hell out there and it's only going to get worse.

We're havin' a sale on preventative herbs. Things for sniffles, sore throats, stuffed heads and bad lungs. Get them while ye can because I sure as bloody blazes ain't savin' 'em for ye.

I'll trade some items for soup products by the way. Still feelin' a mite bit under the weather.

[This place might look familiar to a few people here. It's clearly Abel's place. It's just... being filmed at a very low height.

Why that is becomes obvious in a moment, there's 6, carrying a pot of red ink and peering at the camera every now and again. It seems he must have kicked it over in his exploration of the room he was in, and he reaches out with a multicolored, ink spattered hand to poke a little at the screen]

He.... Hello.

Hello again.

You are... awake? Oh.

... Shhhh.

[And that is the communicator being covered with a wash cloth]

Go to sleep.

Who: Alleyana and Sanzo
What: Scaled Terror bounty - time to take on a dragon!
When: Backdated - 11/6
Where: Fayren ruins
Warnings: Violence, blood, dragon slaying nonsense

( Pity Alley already got that achievement. )

xxxxxempty shell inside of me
xxxxxI'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

Who: Sanzo and Amberdrake
What: Drake has had a bad night.
When: Now-ish?
Where: Attleton, Drake and Sanzo's house.
Warnings: Violence against plumbing. ...Actual plumbing. Talk of sexual abuse against (NPC) minors (by other NPCs).

- - - - -

As always, Amberdrake managed to keep his calm and serene professional mask in place until after he'd closed the front door behind him. It was more important than ever that he do so, now that Ukoku was lurking about.

He leaned back against the solid door and rubbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and letting his shoulders slump. The birds who had left with him earlier in the day had returned with him tonight, fluttering off and away with suspicious silence.

There was a storm brewing inside the kestra'chern.

Amberdrake walked into the kitchen and pulled the curtains shut, despite it being dark outside. He'd intended to just get himself a glass of water, or maybe make some tea, but ten minutes went by and he just stared at the dripping faucet. It had been doing that, just a little tiny bit, for a week. Neither he nor Sanzo had any idea how to fix modern plumbing, nor the idea that they should call someone else to do it.

Before Drake even knew what he was doing, he'd pulled a hammer out of a drawer and was beating the faucet with it.

Artemis.

Could you do me a massive favor?

[Don't even think about not answering this, Artie. He knows where you live]

I've heard tell of an elixir called "coffee" usually located in the bigger cities of Genessia. Do you suppose you could find a cup of this for me? I'll be sure to do a favor for you next~.

[Don't talk like that, Jarlaxle. And no, he won't make this post private because he doesn't even care.]

Oh! Has anyone managed to beat dear Artemis in combat yet? Tell me if you do! I want to have a conversation with you about a possible job offer. First one to best our dear Artemis in a sword fight gets top payment.

[JARLAXLE NO]