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Capell chuckled a bit. "Alright, well don't say I didn't warn you." He lifted his hands and carefully unwrapped the bandanna from around his head. When the bandanna came off, it revealed the arrow hole right in his forehead. "Ta-daa!" He smirked and set the bandanna aside for a moment. "I'm technically an undead. Hence the cold skin and stuff. I can't even taste the food, but I like to have it anyways."

Evelyn glanced at him, waiting without too much interest. The food had her focus at the moment, and she was trying hard not to touch it. She glanced at the arrow hole and frowned. "But you're intelligent. Are you sure that's not just a very strange, nasty scar...?" What? Evelyn, really? Maybe she just couldn't wrap her head around an intelligent undead. No, that was exactly it.

After a moment, she stared at her lap and put things together. "So you're being chased because you're undead?"

Capell laughed and put the bandanna back on. "I'm positive. I died. I'm a thief, right? Well I stole something really valuable. The guy was trying to catch me, but I got killed first. So he had to bring me back to life so I could tell him where his stuff was. Then the king scouted me, but I got tired of that, so now I'm kinda just back on my own again, being a thief." He chuckled and smiled at her. "Not many know I'm actually undead. I just look weird to people and they usually think I'm from another land."

Evelyn thought for a moment. "I've only seen undead once. Sort of - as they were bursting from their graves, I jumped on my horse and returned home. Anything similar wasn't exactly undead but... something else." She spoke of the chaotic seeds that very few seemed to know about. But she didn't feel like going into that right now.

"What would a dead man need from stealing something incredibly valuable though? If you don't need to eat or if you can't become exhausted or sick or anything...? What did you steal? Can I have my athame back?" Evelyn was known for her boundless curiosity and question-asking. She was a nice individual, very wise for her age, but at fourteen she was never quite satisfied when given answers, for she always had more questions to ask.

Capell chuckled and handed the knife back to her. "I wasn't dead until after I stole it. I'd stolen a lot before then, and when they were looking for me because of this new steal, an old enemy dropped by and popped me an arrow in the head. I have a few limitations in this stage, of course. I'm only alive because of a wizard and stuff. But I won't get into that, that's giving away too many secrets." He winked at her. Now she knew she couldn't kill him with the knife, so he wasn't too worried about giving it back to her.

Evelyn very carefully took it back, holding it as if it were made of some very fragile material. She put it back where it belonged on her person and exhaled a heavy sigh of relief. She felt whole again. "How are you going to get out of this town if I'm not at your side?" Better yet, how was she going to get out without feeling paranoid all eyes were on her and suspecting her of witchcraft. And now she left her camp back in the woods a distance away so she'd need to steal some more. The girl looked less like she was paying attention, now swallowed in her own concerning thoughts.

Capell grinned. "I'm a thief. I can do lots of things without people seeing." He shrugged. "Besides, are you going to just be on your own now? What if you get caught too, hm? I mean, a young girl is more likely to get grabbed by bad guys than a man like me." He inspected his fingernails boredly, giving a soft hum. "Well, once morning comes, I'll grab a few things and be on my way. You kept up your end of the deal and we both got what we want, so we're good now."

((THIS GOT LOST IN MUH FEED I AM SO SORRY))

Evelyn frowned. What if she got caught, too? She grew nervous and looked down. If she was caught, she was sure she could get away, but not without making a huge ordeal and gaining negative fame in the process. Well, she may not even be able to get away! She wasn't inhuman. She was physically weak and couldn't fight off people very well.

She grumbled a bit and squeezed her forehead a little. "Why'd you have to say that?" she asked, and in a way it could've been funny. "Now I'm worried," she added.

(It's okay! It happens to me too, way more than I'd like to admit lol)

Capell shrugged. "It's just the truth." He always had a reason for what he said, though. But still, he shrugged and played it off. "You could always keep traveling with me. It's not that bad, you know. I'm not a bad person, surely you've figured that out by now, right? I haven't tried to kill you or burn you or grab you or anything." Just still her knife-thing to get her to help him blend in. Was that really so bad?