Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-5583506-20170615033024

Catryn sat by a table by herself, looking just as comfortable as a shark on a mountain top. She didn't drink, at least not in any measures that would affect her senses. Last time she had done so a city guard had tried to have his way with her. He would've succeeded as well, hadn't Torbjorn been there to relieve the man of his innards through slit in his belly. Ever since then she tried to keep drinking to a minimum, and to stay as far away from Bravil and its city guard as possible. City was corrupt to the very core, including those sworn to uphold the law.

Torbjorn, on the other hand, drank his ale down with ease over at the bar. Somehow he still retained his senses keen and his balance intact. Catryn could tell however that he didn't want to be there. At least not in the village of Hackdirt. She had only heard stories. Stories that had become something of an urban legend or ghost stories one would frighten the children with. It didn't matter how true they were, what mattered was that they all stemmed from the fact that something bad had happened in Hackdirt, and most likely that bad things kept happening, assuming there was a grain of truth to them.

Shanks, whether madman or prophet or a bit of both, seemed to be the only one who really wanted to leave as if his life depended on it. She had never been able to deduce a pattern in his ramblings, but there were some interesting insights he had delivered in the past, which she only in hindsight had realised had come as warnings beforehand. She had come to trust his words, illogical as they were, and always chose to keep her ears and mind sharp whenever he spoke, hoping to pick up some sort of vague clue that could be of help to their cause somehow.

Taking notice of the prince sitting downstairs, she chose to approach, taking a seat next to him whilst looking warily around at the unfamiliar faces. "We shouldn't have made a stop here", she stated, voicing her opinion on the matter, but kept her voice down. "I would only travel to Hackdirt if I wished for death. Place is infamous for a reason, you know?"