Felix Caelus

Well, that seems to be that for the thief. At least for now. Felix looks troubled a moment, but he has more immediate concerns than fighting the cause of a woman who thought of him as prey.

Say, the distinctly awful thing in his hand.

“…That’s… even better than I hoped.” Really. It’s almost too good – he feels the urge to hurl the gem away, preferably into a sewer. Instead he clears his mind, trying to think of this as an academic exercise. It’s just a particularly unpleasant specimen. Yes. “Perfect. So now I’m just a distressed apprentice handing in a gruesome discovery from my explorations – some terrible new kind of black soul gem. With any luck they’ll be desperate to get this shut away.”