Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-5583506-20170725024633

"It's hopeless", Tyrus grunted, throwing the Khajiit down into a nearby bed in a room of their own. "He's been like this ever since the ship", he sighed, wiping some sweat from his forehead. "Think he finally decided to overdose on his own crazy sights?"

"Tyrus!" Catryn exclaimed angrily.

"Sorry, Cat, but I mean... look at him!"

Shanks eyes were completely blank. Though he was still breathing there wasn't many other signs of life coming from the Khajiit. His body was completely limp, making it feel as if Tyrus had been carrying around a fresh corpse.

"What do you think he is seeing right now?" Tyrus asked curiously as he leaned in closer, turning his head from side to side as to inspect any life signs from the mage other than breathing. "I mean... whether the sights are just delusions or not doesn't matter to me, I am just curious."

"I reckon that he will be very sad to hear of Edwin's passing", Catryn said in lamentation.

"Unless he already knows of it", Torbjorn said suggestively, with a subtle nod to Shanks' dreamlike state.