[Felix The Assassin]

Cat with a hat enters bar, checks no weapons at check station;
glances around, takes one quick step for cat kind, ten steps for man kind, and places a order for a cup of warm milk. Strolls over to his old favorite spot in the back corner, puts his paws up, and takes a long sip from warm milk.

Listens to the new din of raw recruits, and fantasizes about the last decision he made. Yeap, it was the correct one. There are lots of hard working adventurers here, fighting the forces of evil, and gaining experience with it all.

Felix is back, though he lives a very properous and event filled life in a land called Vanderfell, (Morrowind for some). He has managed a long stroll back to the Gael Serran.
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Cat removes hat, and ever so quickly lets the red hood of his assassins cowl slip back. To reveal.

CETS HEAD!! HA!HA!HA!HA!

Guess Whos Back.