Egfor stepped into the Inn, waving cheerfully at Barliman. He strode up to the counter, leaning down towards the counter, "Good afternoon, Mister Barli! I'll just have some stew and beer." His stomach loudly agreed with him. Barliman chuckled, turning to pull a frothy beer. He collected the coins and seet the beer in front of Egfor before vanishing into the kitchen.
Egfor took up the beer and moved to sit down on a bench. He lost track of time, chatting away with a saddler about new tack for Elf, Egfor's meal long forgotten by the two forgetful Innkeeps.
A cloaked figure slipped in quietly through the back door. He spied the meal set out on the counter and walked out to peer into the main room. He heard the jovial voice before he saw the man. Peeking in the room and seeing the blonde hair confirmed it, however. The mysterious figure slipped back into the kitchen and unstoppered a vial, dumping it into the laid out meal, quickly giving it a stir to mix in whatever it was he added. He heard Egfor yell out, "Barliman! My meal!" The hooded figure retreated quickly into the main room to watch, Nob scarcely noticed him as he hurried to retrieve Egfor's meal to serve it to him. The hooded man settled in his own chair, ordering some wine for himself when approached by a server, discreetly watching the blonde man.
Egfor turns, quickly wolfing down his meal, not knowing something was added or that he was being watched.
After his meal, he stood up and thanked Barliman before heading out. His ride home was uneventful until he reached the gates of Millshaw. A sweat overcame him, despite the freezing temperatures. He urged Elf on faster, needing to get home.
Egfor slipped down from the saddle, stumbling and crashing into the stall door. He managed to grab it and hold himself up, hoarsely yelling for Darel to come see to Elf. The bay stallion looked worried and distressed, pinning his ears back and Darel came running.
Egfor's vision swam and he seemed not to hear Darel asking what was wrong. He held onto the barn walls for support, stumbling towards the Inn. His stomach churned, bile rising in his throat. He knew something was horribly wrong.
Egfor staggered into the Inn, nearly sprinting into the kitchen. The world upended itself and he crashed to the floor, feebly grabbing a bucket and putting his face over it before losing the contents of his stomach. He was barely aware of Dem pulling his hair back and looking concerned before yelling for a healer.
He swam in and out of consciousness. Nimraph gave him something to drink that tasted awful. He shook and convulsed, not even remembering Nimraph, Oser and Rae working on him to expel a suspected poison from his body.
A cloaked figure withdrew from the window looking into the kitchen of The Huntsman and The Stag and disappeared off into the night, quietly cursing.
