Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170623221726/@comment-5583506-20170629002545

"Shanks, you crazed bastard, you couldn't cook up something that could loosen up this situation?" Torbjorn asked, keeping his greataxe close for comfort as he peered out through the windows.

The Khajiit shook his head in a daze. "No cooking. No potions to use. Little time or no time at all. Shanks' a goner before then. Poor, poor Shanks. Poor, poor people. Perhaps later. Whenever later is... or was... Will it ever come another later? Isn't it later now?"