[H1][color=ed1c24]Catherine Lillasteen, the Assassin[/color][/h1]
[@Jackson monty]

Catherine nodes as the old man agrees to have mushrooms for supper. It actually sounded pretty good instead of the crap she had to dig up around the castle. She actually couldn't remember a time when told sounded appetizing.

 [color=ed1c24]"Can you also make unions? Yeah that sounds good."[/color]

 She licks her lips in content and looked back up to see the old man climbing down. He hopped of and she spotted the filth that tangled up in his long beard and hair. If he were less filthy, he could have once been described as handsome. Well maybe. Catherine thought as she eyed him up and down.

Suddenly he said her name. It was crisp as the words came to her ears, as if a bell went of in a school. How did this old man know her name? She didn't remember telling him it, and if she decided to she would have told him a fake name. Catherine shrugged and dismissed the question a little. She might have said it when she was passed out.

The man then started to introduce himself as Sylvanus and other nicknames she could pick from. Instead, she had a better one. She smirked and put her arm behind her head in a joking manor.

 [color=ed1c24]"Nah I think I'm gonna call you Gramps. You ok with that, Gramps?"[/color]

 Catherine raised an eye brow suddenly as Sylvanus started to talk about fairys and some other stuff she really didn't care for. But nothing less, he was alright. When he stopped to wip something form his tonic he seemed to remember something. He then said the most weirdest thing he has said through there conversation. He was friend's with a tree?

She craked a half smile as she eyed him and his "friend". This guy was definitely crazy...

[color=ed1c24]"You srious Gramps?"[/color]