RP:A Breakfast and Dinner

Emilia had spent the previous night tucked away within a smell bed that was not hers. Her sleep went undisturbed as the drugs injected into her arm last night had kept her in a deep slumber. Hours and hours of dreams, peaceful dreams, false dreams. It was now that the drugs effect was losing its hold on the small human. With a groan the farmer rolled over in the strange bed, much smaller than her own, landing flat on her back on the floor next to it, all tangled in the blanket she’d been sleeping beneath. Slow blinks as the woman stared up at the foreign ceiling of the small room. With her fingers she massaged her temples trying with no avail to remember what had occurred the prior night. Nothing. Just darkness and the dreams was all she could recall. Slowly Emi got herself up from the floor, untangling herself from the blanket she set the item back on the bed. Curious eyes took in the room from the notes to the walls. The door! Making her way over the blonde gave the handle a twist, but it was locked. A small fit of frustration as she tugged and twisted on the door, trying her best to get it to open. No luck. So she’d proceed to pound on the door, making as much noise as she could from within the room, “Let me out!” She demanded while hitting the door with her small fists.

Ohan walks in past Staiwen holding a small bag and two carry out cups. He opens the door slightly, putting his foot and weight behind the door to keep her from pushing out. “Get back onto the bed and I'll open the door. If you don't I'll close it and lock it back up. It'll be a long day until tomorrow morning.”

Emilia kicked the door with her foot after he’d spoken, part of her wanted to stand there and continue to attempt to get out especially since he was on the other side. Shaking her head the blonde curls her hands into fists as she trekked back over to the bed. Settling herself on the bed she stared at the door, “Alright.” She tone carried her frustration with the situation, but she knew better for now. She’d need to behave until she figured out a plan.

Ohan pushes the door open slowly then uses his foot to push it closed behind him once he got in. Carrying the bag and drinks over to the desk he sets them down. “I brought you some breakfast from Mallards. Hope you like scones and tea” He places the bag down and dips his hand into it pulling out a cheese scone. With pastry in hand he takes the chair belonging to the desk, and walks it over to the door where he places it and sits. “I suspect you slept well, sorry for the bed, it's not the most comfortable, but after a day of sparing it can be a gift from the gods.”

Emilia watched him as he entered the room, quickly shutting the door behind him. Her eyes never left him as he moved over toward the desk. After he’d taken his seat blocking the door with his pastry from the bag was when she finally looked away. Her stomach gave tiny rumble as she stared to the bag he’d left on the desk. She’d then glance back at him while ever so slowly slipping off the bed in order to get one for herself, part of her was waiting for him to tell her to sit back down. “It was an alright bed…” she commented back about the subject he’d brought up.

Ohan sat with one leg up over the other, leaning back into the chair. “How much of last night do you remember?” he asks before taking a bite from the pastry.

Emilia didn’t answer him until after she’d taken one of the pastry pieces from bag then sat back down on the bed, afraid she’d be in trouble if she’d choose any other location in the room. “I remember heading out toward Frostmaw, and then…I don’t remember anything until waking up here.”

Ohan nods “You were attacked by a Barbe. I was able to chase him off but not before he hit you over the head. I wasn't sure if you were cursed or if you had any head damage so I brought you here to keep you safe until you woke up. You don't have to be afraid of me. I saved your life, twice at this count.”

Emilia was well aware of her knack of getting into trouble with the world around her. It left his explanation of what happened believable to the blonde. There was a half-nod that came as she took a small bite of the pastry. “If that is so, why am I locked in this room?” That factor the only part she couldn’t fully understand if she followed his story.

Ohan takes a bite from the scone before answering. “You were hit in the head, If I'm going to save you, that has to mean save you from you too. I didn't know what kind of injury you would have and couldn't have you wandering off with out there with a few marbles missing.”

Emilia raised a brow listening to his answer. While listening she took another bite while she contemplated his answer. “So, I’m fine…and I can go?” She asked curiously looking at him blocking the door.

Ohan shakes his head. “Naa, not quite sure you're all that fine.” he stands up and starts walking toward her, holding up his hands to show he's not threatening. As he gets close he puts the back of his hand onto her forehead and pulls it away. “You're burning up. I think it's best you stay here for a few days. You'll be safe here.”

Emilia lifted a hand to her own forehead after he’d pulled his hand away. Burning up? No, she felt just fine as she held her hand there. “I don’t feel burning up.” She back talked at him. “I’ll be fine. I’d like to go, now.” Of course, Emi was well aware that she couldn’t feel her own body temperature, but everyone she’d been near in the past few months claimed she was cold as ice. In fact, her body was cold as ice to his touch against her forehead.

Ohan shook his head. “I don't think that would be wise, just lay down get some rest. I can bring you a book or two to keep you occupied, and can bring you a more suitable plate for dinner. Just one last night, if you still say you're ok by tomorrow then I'll let you go I promise.”

Emilia frowned at him as he wasn’t going to get past the idea of her leaving now. Shaking her head the female reached for her boot, for her dagger, the last place she remembers having it. Of course, it wasn’t there. “Give it back.” She insisted, referring to the missing item. In the same time the farmer moved to slip off the end of the bed closest to the door.

Ohan lofts a brow, “Give what back?” he moved quickly toward the door and stood in front of it, taking his seat once again.

Emilia found herself beat to the door, standing there in front him sitting in the chair. Her arms were folded over her chest as she stomped her foot on the ground. “Give my dagger back.” She insisted.

Ohan shrugs his shoulders. “ I don't have your dagger. And I'm the only one who can get access to this room so no one from the outside took it.”

Emilia glanced at him and the door he was blocking by sitting in his chair, “I want my blade back.” She’d insist, not believing that it magically vanished. As if to prove a point the female moved to kick him in the shin, more a frustration moment than anything.

Ohan hardly flinched as the kick landed against his armored pants. He stands up and holds out his arms. “Go ahead, feel around you can see that I don't have your blade on me, and I've never had it.”

Emilia stared at him with a bit of anger flaring in those bright blue eyes of hers. She’d follow his suggestion and search him, finding that he didn’t have her blade. “What do you want with me?” She’d asked as she attempted to reach around him to the door handle.

Ohan inhales and exhales. “See, you're unwell. Having delusions of having a dagger. I just dont think it's wise for you to go out. Please, just humor me and lay back down. Your head is burning up and you're having false memories.”

Emilia threw her hands in the air, in anger and frustration, as she stalked back to the bed. “One night. That is it. I’m fine. I swear I am fine!” The harsh words that came as she flopped back onto the less than comfy bed in the room. “Tomorrow I leave.”

Ohan nods “One night, thats all I ask and I swear if you want to leave tomorrow, I'll walk you out myself. No harm, no foul. Now, would you like something to read, I've got books here but I can tell you from experience, they aren't that entertaining. Besides, I think a day of rest will do you some good.”

Emilia sat up part way to look at him, like he was crazy and that she wanted to strangle him. “A book sounds lovely.” She’d then flop back onto the bed to stare at the ceiling.

Ohan nods then stands moving the chair back to the desk. “Well like I said, a selection here, but I'll go get something more enjoyable. Any type of meal you'd prefer for supper?”

Emilia let out a sigh as he spoke. Her idea to bolt when being taken to use the restroom blown away by his warning ahead of time over what would happen if she tried. Laying back on the bed she yanked the blanket over herself. She wasn’t cold, but a nap seemed better than staring at the ceiling all day.

Ohan walks out the door, and true to his word walked to Staiwen in the front room, and true to his word let him know if she knocks to open the door, but to have her brought back if she made any attempt to escape. And with a nod, walks out into the Center.

Emilia would wait until she was sure that Ohan was gone. Then she’d wait just a few more moments before getting out of bed to go and knock on the door for the other man to let her out.

--- A few hours later---

Ohan returns to the shop a few hours later. In hand he holds a book bag and a shopping bag. He walks to the door to his room and walks in. “Not sure what you like, so I got a mix.” he places the mix of of stories ranging from wizards, to tales of a far off land where people sit around looking at glass windows that connect them to the world via a cable powered by lightning (obviously some weird fantasy novel). And a small collection of poems and bardic stories. “And I got you a nice meal too.” he reaches into the shopping bag and pulls out a warm plate with a slab of beef, some gravy, mashed potatoes and a mix of vegetables. “Its from my favorite restaurant in Kelay. Hope you enjoy”

Emilia had been allowed to use the restroom under the careful guidance of the man that ran the place while Ohan was gone. The blonde used that time to carefully get a glimpse of the place beyond the walls she was otherwise stuck in. She didn’t run and threw a small fit when he made her leave the door open. Looking back at Ohan as he returned she was laying in the bed looking over a stack of the notes that had been left on the desk. “Thank you.” She said softly, looking back to the notes spread out on the bed before her.

Ohan nods to the notes, “I see you found something to read while I was out? Anything interesting?” he asks slightly amused.

Emilia lifted the notes she had laid out before her. "The writing is childish and terrible, making it hard to understand what they were taking notes on."

Ohan chuckles a bit embarassed. “Well, it was done by a child, so one might expect it to be childish.” he holds out his hand “may I?”

Emilia offered him over the notes that she had been trying to read. She didn't look at him though, "Here you go."

Ohan reads over this papers. “Ahh, These are related to this,” he puts the paper down onto the bed next to Emilia move over and begins to dig through a dresser. “Here it is.” he pulls out a small contraption. “Traps and snares.” the piece looks like it wouldn't hold a drunk rabbit let alone anything worth trapping. “It wasn't my best subject.”

Emilia giggled as she watched him pull what looked to be an attempt at a trap from his dresser. She'd been polite enough to not go through his personal things, assuming they were his. "That was yours? Looks like you were not top in your class with that work

Ohan looks at it and shakes his head. “Never had the patience for it. Even now I think it's a bit tedious. But then, I suspect a student in any craft has a part of the craft they favor less then the others.” The rogue puts his hand into the contraption pushing on the would be trigger, to the result of.... nothing. Nothing in the trap moves to close or bind or otherwise trap Ohans finger in the piece.

Emilia sat up slowly in the bed as he pressed the trigger of the trap. “Let me see it?” She asked of him. She’d never messed with traps before herself, but one of her brothers had a knack of things like that.

Ohan extends his hand offering it to her. “I wonder if you fix it, if my professor will change my grade this far after the fact” he laughs.

Emilia took the object from him and the notes that he had on them. She looked at the drawings of the notes more so than the actual notes themselves. In silence she worked with the start of his trap for about ten minutes. Not too long later she handed the now functioning, but very simple trap over to him. “There. I think that should do it.”

Ohan looks it over and smiles “Well done” he nods his head “You want it? Other then a chance at improving a failing grade I had when I was a youngster, I have no real use for it now.” he walks over to the side of the door, not blocking. He lifts his leg up behind him, resting the flat of his boot on the wall behind him. “Sorry it has to be like this, I'm only looking for your best intentions.”

Emilia looked a little defeated as she sat there on the bed. “I just fixed your failed childhood work…I’m fine. See? Nothing wrong with my head.” She sighed softly glancing at the door, slightly confused. “But…the day is part over…tomorrow isn’t that off…”

Ohan smiles. “Well then, how about a warm meal before it gets cold. I promise you'll enjoy it, haven't had any better in all my travels.”

Emilia nodded slowly, "Alright." She pushed herself from the bed toward where he'd put out the meal. "You didn't drug the food did you?" She asked curiously. She really didn't know much about him, but this place was odd as it was and so was he.

Ohan shakes his head “Nope had no part in the making of it..” he smiled “And to show you...” he takes out the spoon from the bag, puts it into the gravy and lifts it to his mouth. After swallowing the brown liquid a smile crosses his face. “Delicious. And.. no poison.”

Emilia watched as he took the first bite of the meal that he'd brought in to prove he'd not poisoned it. Taking the fork from the bag the blonde took a small bite of the food from the plate. "Thank you." She said in a soft voice after she'd finished the bite.

Ohan moves back to his spot on the wall. “I know you think I'm a bad guy. But I'm not so bad, at least I don't think so. Just doing what I need to, to make sure what's right is done.”

Emilia took another bite of the meal that he’d brought of her. While he spoke she enjoyed more of the meal unaware of the slight trace of an extra ‘spice’ added into it. It was only part way into the meal that she sat the fork down. Her stomach felt a little queasy. Even the look on her face showed she looked nauseated.

Ohan looks up at her and walks over to her. “Are you ok?” he asks rubbing her back slightly.

Emilia stared at the floor that was before her, watching as it started to shift and move beneath her. Not only was she feeling ill now she was dizzy. As he rubbed her back the woman leaned out and in that instant vomited on the floor next to the desk.

Ohan pulls a trash bin close, not fast enough to catch the first wave, but hoped to catch the second wave. “See, I told you, you aren't well.” he continues to drive the point into her hopefully making her believe that she is indeed sick. He waits to see sign of the next wave where he would then put the bin closer to her mouth.

Emilia took in slow steady breaths after the first wave of vomit hit the floor. The second and third wave both managed to hit the trash bin that he held for her. A fourth wave had her stomach twisted in knots as she rested a shaking hand on the desk to support herself. She didn't feel sick moments ago, but her mind was too foggy to think. "...fine." She gave into his notion she was ill.

Ohan grabs her by the hand and puts another one on her back “Here let's get you back into bed, so you can rest. Then I'll clean this up.”

Emilia just nodded to him after wiping her mouth off on the sleeve of her shirt. Her eyes were half closed as she let him help her back over into bed once more. Her entire body seemed to ache, especially her stomach as it twisted with intense cramps.

Ohan : As soon as Emilia is laying in the bed, Ohan lifts the covers up and brings them over her body covering her fully, and placing the trash bin near the bed in case any more waves occur. He leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead. He didn't know why.. just seemed like the thing to do. And so he went letting her rest while he went and picked a mop and water bucket. Bringing it into his room so he could clean up the mess.

Emilia just laid there in the bed an aching mess. She tossed one way and turned the other in an attempt to get comfortable, but the pain never ended. The waves of vomit had ended however, for the time being. Moments would pass before she’d roll to her side for another wave, but it was a dry heave of stomach acid.

Ohan : Cleaned the vomit off the ground with the mop and bucket before returning to the front room. Once again he went to the powder case and began to create a mix of ingredients. The mixture of powders is put into a vial with water, then put into another syringe. Returning back to his room he walks over to the sleeping woman and injects her with the mixture. All combined, the mix would put her into a deep sleep just as the night before, it would bring about happy dreams, reduce but not remove the stomach pain, and induce a mild fever. With the serum now racing through her body, he waits amount just to make sure she dosen't awaken.

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RP:A Breakfast and Dinner