Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-5583506-20170719023505

"Yes. Others have said so as well. Shanks knows. Yet what is worse? A crazed seer? Or a madman with the gift of foresight? Shanks doesn't know the answer to this. Seems only fitting that he shouldn't."

"Shanks?" Catryn said.

"Yes, my dear? Shanks is idle ear."

"Why don't you go and clear your head at the prow for a bit?" she suggested, not wanting the Khajiit to get himself into trouble by unknowingly bothering or upsetting people. He didn't seem to have a clear concept of emotions, or perhaps he had at one point, a very long time ago...

"Ah, yes. The prow. The steer. The aim of direction. Shanks knows this. Yes. He will go. Go and listen to the wailings of the whales. The songs of the mermaids. The war horns of the dreugh. One hears them so clearly beneath the waves. Shanks knows. Yes, he does. He will feast with them all one of these days and then he will be at peace, yes."

The Khajiit waddled off with Catryn looking after him, slightly concerned for the Khajiit's well-being. He seemed... even more off than usual. Perhaps it was just due to the stress of being chased by a tyrannical prince, or perhaps the Khajiit had somehow seen what awaited them along the road. She didn't want to believe the latter though. She didn't want to be discouraged from their cause.

"I trust your Highness doesn't scare easily?" she asked Arik, reminding herself to address him as such.