Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-5583506-20170614043503

Catryn immediately got a bad feeling from this place. She had never been in Hackdirt before. She usually instructed the Crimson Brigands to steer clear of the place, unless it couldn't be avoided. It was said that even the surrounding forests dared not to grow further into these cursed grounds. And if that was true, then maybe that was enough reason for them to turn their horses and find an alternate place to rest. She didn't fear whatever was lurking in the moonlit nights among the murky old buildings, but she had no wish to encounter it either and jeopardize her own and others' lives.

"No need for worry, Cat", Torbjorn said with a grunt. "My axe stands ready."

"Ready won't do, sir Knight", said Shanks and shook his head. "No, not at all. Shanks knows. He sees things. Knows things. Things that shouldn't be. Or perhaps things that should've been? Either way, ready won't do. Khajiit wishes to leave. Yes. To leave. Right now. This very instant. Leave forever. Leave Hackdirt. Leave Cyrodiil. Leave Tamriel. Leave for the sea. Find the bottom of the world and lurk beneath the waves among the fishies. He has seen. Oh, yes. Shanks has seen."

Though Catryn liked Shanks' company, his eerie way of speaking in tongues got to her at times. The ramblings of a madman, or the prophetic visions of a mind deranged by all the sights he claimed to have seen?

Torbjorn just shot a confused glare at the ranting Khajiit and moved towards the inn. His throat was beginning to feel rather dry after the journey and he could do with a fine drink.

"Just... just remain calm, Shanks", Catryn said, giving the Khajiit a swift and tender hug to calm him down.

Shanks, however, seemed trapped in his state of being. And she figured it was just better to leave him until he sorted himself out, which he usually did after a while. Kind of like a section of text in a tome that needed to be rewritten.