Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627072353/@comment-26517142-20190817023221

As Ashton lays down to rest, the Cacklejack stares at his sleeping form. Gingerly she slips down and observes him at a closer distance. A few moments later she moves away and hugs her knees on the side.

"Humans. They never change." She mutters before slipping into dreamland. Everyone soon drifts to sleep....

As Ashton slept, he could suddenly feel his body being..surrounded by plasm. Voices... giggling... they were all over him. Whispering his name.

As soon as the three boarded, the ferryman pulled up her paddle and redirected the boat to the waters. The boat drifted into the murk, and the men could see that the ferryman maintained a stoic vigil as she kept the course of the vessel on its mark.

The ferryman keeps her hood lowered. "You know, you aren't the first humans I've ferried in a while. There were a couple of.... foolish ones. They met a gruesome end before they could even get to their destination."