“Show us your tits!” This is said from the blue parrot perched on Kain’s shoulder, naturally. Kain rolls his eyes. It's bad enough that Bastard had kept him up all night with some weird jabbering... weirder than normal, in fact... there'd been lots of eerie statements that were unlike him. At least, Kain is assuming right now that the odd voices he'd been hearing were the parrot's fault. He has no other explanation.
"No need. Thank you."
Kain is trying to stay hydrated since he’s feeling under the weather. So water it is, and plenty of it… He drinks up a couple large glasses where he’s seated at the bar… Then proceeds to yaaaaawn, laying his head on the counter and falling asleep for a moment. Not even Bastard’s next barrage of swearing can get him to wake up. Figures this would happen after a sleepless night.
There's even an added bonus: Anyone likewise affected who might happen to approach may witness snippets of Kain's dreams: they involve a beautiful blonde woman, and they're heavily romantic.
[Training Grounds]
This is the absolute worst weather ever to practice in, but Kain is out there anyway, feet squelching in the mud. He really is reminded all too much of that accursed Mire, the one place he’s decided he hates most in all of Thedas. But he’s out there anyway, attempting to jump, stab and otherwise train his skills. He’s not about to back down now!
Unfortunately, the fever is really taking its toll by this point and he’s still hearing… sometimes even seeing things. It becomes clear soon enough that Kain isn’t striking at any visible enemies at all, instead, he looks rather crazed, slashing his spear in the air toward things that seemingly aren’t there to someone just observing (unless, of course, they’re affected or attuned to spirits). He looks to be on the verge of dropping, but he won’t stop going. It’s aggravating, but whenever he focuses on something and tries to strike, that target disappears...
[Healing Tents]
"I told you already, I'm fine. Now I have things to do. I'll be going."
Kain is quite obviously feverish and sickly, but he's gotten up and is attempting to leave anyway... because that's him. Try to stop him and talk him out of it?
Otherwise, he'll be stuck here a while, so feel free to come check up or commiserate with a fellow patient. The healers in particular may notice he's an especially difficult patient when it comes to staying put and resting... so they've got a lot on their hands with him.
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"Just water."
“Show us your tits!” This is said from the blue parrot perched on Kain’s shoulder, naturally. Kain rolls his eyes. It's bad enough that Bastard had kept him up all night with some weird jabbering... weirder than normal, in fact... there'd been lots of eerie statements that were unlike him. At least, Kain is assuming right now that the odd voices he'd been hearing were the parrot's fault. He has no other explanation.
"No need. Thank you."
Kain is trying to stay hydrated since he’s feeling under the weather. So water it is, and plenty of it… He drinks up a couple large glasses where he’s seated at the bar… Then proceeds to yaaaaawn, laying his head on the counter and falling asleep for a moment. Not even Bastard’s next barrage of swearing can get him to wake up. Figures this would happen after a sleepless night.
There's even an added bonus: Anyone likewise affected who might happen to approach may witness snippets of Kain's dreams: they involve a beautiful blonde woman, and they're heavily romantic.
[Training Grounds]
This is the absolute worst weather ever to practice in, but Kain is out there anyway, feet squelching in the mud. He really is reminded all too much of that accursed Mire, the one place he’s decided he hates most in all of Thedas. But he’s out there anyway, attempting to jump, stab and otherwise train his skills. He’s not about to back down now!
Unfortunately, the fever is really taking its toll by this point and he’s still hearing… sometimes even seeing things. It becomes clear soon enough that Kain isn’t striking at any visible enemies at all, instead, he looks rather crazed, slashing his spear in the air toward things that seemingly aren’t there to someone just observing (unless, of course, they’re affected or attuned to spirits). He looks to be on the verge of dropping, but he won’t stop going. It’s aggravating, but whenever he focuses on something and tries to strike, that target disappears...
[Healing Tents]
"I told you already, I'm fine. Now I have things to do. I'll be going."
Kain is quite obviously feverish and sickly, but he's gotten up and is attempting to leave anyway... because that's him. Try to stop him and talk him out of it?
Otherwise, he'll be stuck here a while, so feel free to come check up or commiserate with a fellow patient. The healers in particular may notice he's an especially difficult patient when it comes to staying put and resting... so they've got a lot on their hands with him.