Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-17114085-20180419110851

"Is that so?" The barkeep said. He seemed skeptical of the explanation given, since Jarrin Root's reputation was for making deadly poisons. "Well I might know where you can get your hands on some roots."

A few hours later, in the mess hall of the Brinehammer.

Shav brought out the food he had cooked for the crew. It didn't look anywhere near appetizing. The food was heavily burned. Nonetheless, the crew reluctantly ate it.

Lhotun neared gagged the first time he ate a spoonful, but he hit his chest and forced himself to swallow.

Besides being First Mate, Shav had taken up the vacant jobs like cook, shipwright, navigator and lookout. Though he wasn't that good at any of them...much to the disdain of everyone's' stomachs.

As he was eating, Lhotun noticed that the Khajiit grabbed her food and headed out of the mess hall to eat alone.

"She seems to eat alone at her hammock." Shav pointed out when he saw the Captain looking. "She does this often, or she just sits in a corner of the hall without talking to any body. The rest of the crew is also getting suspicious of her."

"Thanks in no part to you, I presume." Lhotun noted.