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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Necropolitan" data-source="post: 9042930" data-attributes="member: 6669245">Zeth spends his first night indoors after nearly freezing to death bundled up as much as he can. He dreams of the frozen corpses of his dead crewmates crawling across the icy ground after him, waking in the middle of the night just as they catch up to him with open mouths. He muffles his scream and manages to keep from falling out of the bed. He's not one to believe in dreams, but feels in his bones that ending Sephek is the only way he can find peace. He'll burn the corpse to ash so it can't follow him.On the sled ride he tries to stay calm, but shows obvious agitation as being out of the town brings back the memories of the wilderness. Even if the drivers know where they're going the inverted hope of fear wonders what will happen if they get lost. When they finally arrive at the town Zeth grimaces as he sees the frozen corpse tied to the post outside Targos. It's a grim reminder of what could have happened to him if he hadn't managed to find his way back to civilization. It's like Auril is taunting him after he lied to her followers.Auril's followers were lunatics, these sacrifices were pointless sadism. Killing in self-defense was acceptable, he and his companions were about to kill for profit, but to condemn someone to a tortuous death out of religious fanaticism was just...he hoped he'd never understand it. It'd be one thing if worshiping Auril provided actual protection from the cold, but the constant tests and need to walk such a narrow line would be a worse torment. It was insanity, and Zeth prided himself on his rationality.Zeth realizes he's been unconsciously chewing, as if desperately eating-no no no, he was stronger-willed than this. He'd see this through and it would just become another chapter in the long, long book of his life. And he'd never need to feel cold or hungry again.Zeth watches as his companions get information and the Goblin somehow speaks Dog. He's unsure of what to say in this situation, but will pounce on any opportunity to prove his worth. If he's with this group then he's not alone with his thoughts. And the cold. And his hunger.(OOC: If Arcana, History, or Religion would be of any use when it comes to the topics discussed: <a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=280051" target="_blank">1D20+6 = [11]+6 = 17</a>)When Keegan finishes warming the cider Zeth gladly takes a cup and drains it even as it burns on the way down. He needs the heat and weight in his stomach, which has yet to feel full even after the large meal he had the other day.</blockquote>

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