Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-5583506-20160812033219

Catryn entered the barracks and approached the table where the captain was sitting, now seemingly somewhat more sober than he had been earlier.

"I trust your little exorcism went well, Witcher?" he chuckled.

"It did", confirmed Catryn with a stern stare. Her eyes wandered over to the sheath in the captain's belt. It was made for a dagger, yet strangely enough it was empty. "I've got a gift for you", she said.

"Oh?"

"First I want payment though."

"Of course", shrugged the captain and reached back to cupboard and dropped a pouch of gold on the table surface. "I think that maybe... 150 septims oughta be enough? It's all there. You can count them, if you don't trust me."

I have plenty of reasons not to trust you...

Catryn reached behind her back and dropped the dagger before the captain. He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised at the gift.

"Say, that's a pretty nice dagger", he remarked as he raised it to the light. "Reminds me of a similar one I had years..." He froze up mid-sentence, his gaze wandering over to meet Catryn's. He smacked with his lips. He didn't need to ask her from where she had gotten it. "Is this an attempt to blackmail me, Witcher?" he asked threatingly.

"It's not my cause to blackmail people", she retorted. "Nor my purpose. I just came to deliver what's rightfully yours, and to implore that you atone for your crimes."

"Implore?" the captain scoffed. "You implore me? Choose your next words carefully, Witcher. With a wave of my hand I could summon men here to arrest you or execute you on the spot. Whom do you think they will believe? A mishapen freak or the man they have served loyally for years?"

"Will be hard for you to summon them without your hand and your tongue", replied Catryn dryly.

The captain shifted uncomfortably at her words, but soon mustered his courage again as he stuck the dagger back into its original sheath. "He would have led her astray, Witcher. I had no choice. I loved that woman. And she would choose him over me. She would choose a mage... a... a..."

"A freak?" Catryn lowered her eyebrows.

The captain adjusted the collar of his clothing. "Yes, I killed him, Witcher. But you are in no position to pass judgement over me. That is not what you were created for, is it?"

"Depends", she said. "Included among my duties is also any possibility to remove the source of the supernatural activity. And seeing as you are the source behind the haunting of that house, that does indeed put me in position in which I might consider removing your head from your shoulders."

"Bullshit", spat the captain. "If you did that you would never leave this city alive!"

"You willing to try that theory out?"

The captain slowly shook his head. "What do you want from me then, Witcher?"

"Atone for your crimes", said Catryn. "I can't make you, but I bet that there is someone else who might."

"Wh-who?"

Catryn just threw a quick glance at the dagger tucked into the sheath. "Stay safe, captain", she finished and took the pouch of gold, turning her back on him as she exited the barracks.