Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-5583506-20170612024440

"Well trained?" Catryn seemed amused. "A couple of us. We get our numbers from every caste of society. Former soldiers, vagabonds, peasants, bandits. We are well organized to the point where we have at least four active groups present in Cyrodiil as we speak. The Colovians, the Jeralls, the Golden Coasters, and then there's us; the Heartlanders. But I won't pretend that we have a functional hierarchy. My people look to me as their de facto spokesperson and leader, but I expect nothing less than that if I were to fall, they would carry on without me. As for loyalty..."

She smiled. "When society has bereft you of everything in life. Everything any living man or woman should be entitled to; when you have nothing left to lose. Then you will see that there is no more beautiful loyalty than the one you share with someone who has been exposed to the same injustice as yourself."

Torbjorn approached Catryn, rolling his stiff shoulders. "You're safe, Cat?"

"I am fine, Torbjorn. You don't look so well yourself."

He shrugged. "'Tis but a scratch, just tell that bloody cat to keep his revolting flames as far away from me as possible."

"No promises!" Shanks called out with an obscene snicker, having overheard the Nord. "This one thinks you would look prettier if the other side was burned as well! It would even it out! Heh!"

Torbjorn made an obscene gesture to the Khajiit with his fist.

"Just what were they here for?" Catryn asked, her question seemingly directed to Maia and Meilir. "They clearly weren't on the lookout for us, that's for sure."