Felix Caelus

It is fun to watch! Felix has to take care not to roll his eyes as they grow more and more nervous. They’re practically feeding each other as their speculations grow more frantic. Although he realizes even he’s on edge. Perhaps it’s the nervous thrill of deception, but it’s hard not to catch their doubt and disgust. And not hard at all to act distressed for their benefit.

Stendarr’s sake, they’ve nearly convinced themselves that there’s a plot of Molag Bal afoot. He'll have to explain the compliment to Naugus later.

“Tiela,” says one of the junior Vigilants after a while. “I’ve… I’ve never seen daedric magic like this. We need to put this in the vaults- to contain it until Keeper Fruscia returns!”

Tiela hushes him, nodding meaningfully at Felix. “Very well. I’ll go with you. You, young man, should rest. We’ll see that the… crystal is safely taken care of. But the Keeper will have questions for you when she returns.”

Felix nods shakily. “Rest… rest would be so nice. I haven’t slept properly since… Is there somewhere I can lie down for just a while? Please?”

“Of course.” She shows him into the small bedchamber next door, and leaves him to his own devices. Perhaps it’s the growing anxiety she’s working to hide, but she neglects to have him guarded while she goes down to the vault. Felix is soon leaning against the door, listening to the Vigilants’ footsteps recede over the floorboards outside.