WHO the Plague Noel & the Scribe Jin-Hoo with his Companion, the Plague Blaithe
WHERE North Base, Shyregoed ( Jin-Ho's office )
WHEN Mid-Morning
WHERE North Base, Shyregoed ( Jin-Ho's office )
WHEN Mid-Morning
"I insist that you unhand me."
It was rather hard for Noel to keep himself looking dignified when he was being held by the cuff of his shirt, his small body danging from a gloved hand. The people of the Fellowship had long learned to wear gloves with dealing with the feisty little plague, at least in regards to touching him, as the mere brushing of his body against flesh resulted in. . . nothing pleasant. Of course one didn't even need to touch him in some cases, he was more than glad to touch others with his hand or his wisp. No one was immune to him swinging at them save Elsie, but the poor woman was still shut away in her room.
Noel had taken to wandering the halls, a feat for someone as small as he, and eventually he'd found himself in a place where he could do damage - the larder. Anything he touched spoiled, and rapidly, leaving behind a small wake of inedible foods with a single hand print on them to call forth the culprit. The Plague had been playing in this way for a few hours when he was captured by a guard wearing gloves and, as he was being escorted now, was obviously not being taken back to Elsie.
"I said unhand me."
Once again, small pleas on deaf ears. This man would pay for his transgressions!
