Koel is... she has been better. The position she was given by Lambert helped, but she was hardly in any condition to move, much less cook. She is confined hence to her cabin once she is properly given potion.
It is utterly boring while waiting for her to recover enough to get back to work. That is probably why her door is open. Please, come on in. The company (and updates on the cookhouse's condition) is much appreciated.
Recalibrate
By Day 71, she is well enough to walk. Or, well, limp slowly, pitifully and painfully. The iron's effects are not so easily dispelled no matter how many potions she was given, no doubt the intention of the vampires. But she'd be damned if she didn't help those who were now vampires.
So, walk she does, straight to the cookhouse, several books in hand. It takes forever, and she has to stop many times, but she gets there. Those who come there will find her, looking like a little grandmother once more, quietly looking through each page, folding the corners of pages as she does. The books look like cookbooks, but at least one has very odd, almost satanic symbols on it. Several others look much older, and bounding an unknown type of covering.
She looks up, at the incoming presence. Her voice is like a frog.
"Ah. Just on time. I...need an opinion on something."
Koel Babic | OTA
Koel is... she has been better. The position she was given by Lambert helped, but she was hardly in any condition to move, much less cook. She is confined hence to her cabin once she is properly given potion.
It is utterly boring while waiting for her to recover enough to get back to work. That is probably why her door is open. Please, come on in. The company (and updates on the cookhouse's condition) is much appreciated.
Recalibrate
By Day 71, she is well enough to walk. Or, well, limp slowly, pitifully and painfully. The iron's effects are not so easily dispelled no matter how many potions she was given, no doubt the intention of the vampires. But she'd be damned if she didn't help those who were now vampires.
So, walk she does, straight to the cookhouse, several books in hand. It takes forever, and she has to stop many times, but she gets there. Those who come there will find her, looking like a little grandmother once more, quietly looking through each page, folding the corners of pages as she does. The books look like cookbooks, but at least one has very odd, almost satanic symbols on it. Several others look much older, and bounding an unknown type of covering.
She looks up, at the incoming presence. Her voice is like a frog.
"Ah. Just on time. I...need an opinion on something."