Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131230014156

Makoru wasn't quite sure how to react to that. If he wasn't here purely for monetary gain, then for what? Makoru tried to see the better side of it, at least the man was honest. Jack tore his eyes from the shadows and attempted to appear calm before turning to Makoru. "So, you've evidentally been here before. Any thoughts on the Glenmoril Coven?" he asked, trying to take his mind off the woods.

Makoru scowled, he had hoped to avoid talking about it any more than he needed to. "I know very little of the Glenmoril Coven. Remember that I am not an avid worshipper of Hircine, just because I do from time to time doesn't mean I know everything about his cult," he huffed. "But I do know some things about the coven, yes. They are experts on Hircine, his worship, and his hounds. They can purge lycanthropy from the body... for a price. As for anything else, I couldn't tell you," he replied.

Jack shifted uncomfortably. Dealing with the Daedra made him nervous, and he had always been told to steer clear of the wilds of Glenmoril. Now he knew why. He hoped whatever task Hircine would give wouldn't be too horrid. He listened to the harmony that Paris and Anwen had created and attempted to relax. Makoru, on the other hand, was just as nervous as Jack. The Glenmoril Coven could do things to people like him, and he hoped he wouldn't go on another rampage. If he did, he wasn't sure anyone here could stop him.