Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-5583506-20151011041106

Rikki could no longer tell if she was angry or sad. Her head ached, and not just because she had received a silver candelabre to the back of her skull. She didn't know what had become of Pierre, and frankly she didn't care at this point.

''If he decided to give up on Cat now, he never loved her as this one did... as this one still do...''

It was up to her now, she reckoned. If there was any way to save Cat from Sidion, it would be her. She glanced over her shoulder, back at the entrance of the dark temple. The temple of nightmares as she rather would have called it. Once back inside the cultists had all disbanded, probably tending to their deceased leader. They had done a very efficient job, cleaning up the blood and the body so fast.

Now she was all by herself. It was quiet... and lonesome...

"V-Vaermina?" she asked out in the open carefully. "Please talk to Rikki?"

No reply.

"Please?" she asked, this time a little louder, making her voice sound more urgent.

"Khajiit needs to know... So, please... Say something? Anything?"

Utter silence.

Rikki drew for breath and clutched her fist tighly, biting down on her lip to keep herself from crying out in rage. "P-please?" she sobbed. "Just a word... Rikki will do anything..."

"ANYTHING?" retorded a disembodied voice coldly.

And Rikki cringed...