[center][h1][color=dimgray]Caractacus[/color][/h1][/center]
Caractacus followed after Kathryn back toward camp, his eyes on the woods and his zombies, just in case anything should happen. He didn't know what other things lurked in the woods. Not all of them could be aligned with himself and the party. Yet nothing came as they marched on through the wood. Caractacus was beginning to wonder if his luck had changed. No one was trying to kill him, and it seemed Kathryn really didn't have intentions of tricking and ambushing him after all. 

As though in response to his sudden optimism, the camp materialized ahead of them. Caractacus smiled, glad to be out of the woods both metaphorically and literally. Caractacus nodded toward Kathryn, about to respond in kind to her advice, but he was unable to respond, a shout of help precluding his speech. Caractacus followed after Kathryn, looking for the source of the cry. He stopped, staring out into the lake, looking at the splashing and struggling. He froze, staring at the water with wide eyes and a clenched jaw. 

Even as Kathryn rushed in to save Elyria, all Caractacus could do is watch. He was locked in place, and a rush of primal fear overtook him. He did not react when the woodsman dove in, saving both of them. When they were ashore, he stared at the water still, unmoving from his spot by the lakeside. Then he heard mention of murlocs. He snapped out of his stupor, striding forward once more into the lake. [color=dimgray]"I'll kill them. Kill them all. To me."[/color] The zombies shuffled forward, following him until he stopped, knee deep in the water. [color=dimgray]"They will come. Drag them from the waters and tear them to shreds."[/color]