Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-5583506-20170806002331

"Dark god", the Khajiit nodded in agreement to Eva and Fordola's statement. "Dark gods, dark words. From beyond the worlds they whisper, yet their voices remain unheard for the uninvited. Shanks heard. Shanks saw. Shanks dread."

Torbjorn would've liked the mad mage to remain quiet during their meeting, lest these people would perhaps begin to doubt them. Shanks wasn't exactly the best to entrust with an important message to relay.

"It's... true", the Nord stated. "We all saw it in Hackdirt, Cyrodiil."

Catryn didn't like the palace. She had been living her entire life ever since she got kicked out on the streets, appreciating what the slums and nature had to offer her. She was used to stare up into a badly thatched ceiling, or no ceiling at all with the naked stars above. This was all a luxury she could never learn to get used to. She often found herself more on the balcony, staring out at the ocean everyday than sitting down to read a book or the like.

Banshee kept her company and had gotten more and more used to her, though the high-pitched meowing had begun to develop into a deep growl. She was growing fast indeed.