Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-25038310-20150316210226

Jack stood up, as he looked around for any sort of clue. He hadn't visited the three witches from as early as his late tens / early twenties. The witches were like grandmothers to him. They had raised him partially.

He looked down at Anna, as he took her in his arms. He sighed. ''She probably din't know that. This is also where.. Sasha died. Oh .. just focus, damn it.'' He thought, annoyed and trying to push away the bad memories.

He looked at Jana, and pointed at the opposite direction of Riverwood.

"The witches never liked company. We have to head deeper in the wilderness to get to them." he claimed. "It won't take long.. I think." the last part didn't sound so reassuring, unfortunately.