Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-5583506-20160820182923

Catryn approached the tavern wench, holding Clavius' locket. The woman seemed simple enough. Sweet, but in a plain way.

"You are Frida, I take it?" the Witcher asked.

The woman turned around, seemingly somewhat anxious of being in the presence of a Witcher. "Who... who's asking?"

"A Witcher", Catryn replied. "I have a gift for you."

Catryn extended her arm and handed the locket over to the woman.

"This... this is..." Frida seemed to immediately recognise the piece of jewelry.

"Clavius last request was that you should be given this locket. He wants you to know that he is sorry that he couldn't make it... and that he will be waiting for you when the time comes."

Frida appeared as if she wanted to say something, but her mouth simply trembled and no words came forth. Before she even had a chance to say anything, Catryn simply nodded and walked back to Aryana. She had fulfilled her deal of the wraith's bargain, and there was nothing more to it.