[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

Kythor crossed his arms, tapping them onto the table as he looked at the boatman, then to Dullin. The sacrifice of a woman he'd never met or had any particular reason to care for... so, why should he? He shut his eyes and shook his head. City folk... either they cared too little, or they cared too much. This was the city's affair to sort out, most certainly not his. Besides, was it really worth all of them risking their lives? Was the weight of one life that much greater than his own, or his compatriot's, or even the boatman and the fishermen's? Not to him, it wasn't. Not by a long shot. He opened his eyes and leaned back as he turned in his seat to face Dullin directly.

[i][color=beige]"Well, look, Dullin,"[/color][/i] Kythor explained. [i][color=beige]"It's a shame they're planning on killin' her for the sacrifice to the Frostmaiden, yeah? But, to be quite frank, I figure it's better her than us, you know? We've got a whole blizzard to weather, the fishermen to find and bring back if they're alive, and 'a course we gotta find a way to keep the hag knocked out so she can be properly sacrificed..."[/color][/i] He leans back and clasps his hands together. [i][color=beige]"Seems like a pretty tall order. You really think we even have the faintest 'a shots at something like that?"[/color][/i]