Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-24123288-20150312202947

(I'm home! Entirely gubbed for staying up so late, but I don't care :P)

Kay sat on the foot of the bed, calmly listening to the wind rattle her window in its frame. It was funny, she had expected Riften to have at least changed a little for the better, however, it still remained the same.

Dank.

Decrepit.

Dark.

Diseased.

Rotten to the core...

She too, thought over what Geralt had said. The details swirled in her subconcious conjuring up gruesome images as a way to get Kay to steel herself for seeing the actual body.

The killer took her skin and her stomach...

''Maybe it's a cannibal we're dealing with? A smart one at that...''