Hilda had given me instructions on what to return with. They were vague instructions, but she said she needed her "catalyst". Now I've heard the term used for all sorts of things (including some of my actions being a catalyst for horrible things happening), but what Hilda meant was something I would not have called a Catalyst. I would have called her a GODS DAMNED CHILD! Yes hilda's catalyst was a living child. How did I know that's what she was? Because she bore the mark Hilda told me to look for. I was quite stunned rummaging through the ROL's things to come across the child, locked in a room looking at me with hatred (everyone does that, it was more the child thing than the hatred).
"So Hilda sent someone to get me then?" She was wearing a frilly dress, the kind children wear to something fancy, her tone spoke not of a child though, her voice was unusually older. That combined with Hilda wanting her had me suspect her immediately. So punched her in the face and shackled her immediately. Yes this makes me kind of sort of a child abuser (look it was just the one child, and several others I haven't written about, wait shit), but I was well past trusting anything at this point and I had the shackles which I intended on using on the ROL, but stupidly didn't (look mistakes happen, look at my entire life).
At least it was night time so when I loaded up an unconcious child shackled on my horse no one was around to ask questions (ROL also again as I noted lived kind of away from everyone else). I was tempted to burn the house down, but not knowing what was inside it outside of a decaying old lady I didn't want to risk blowing myself up. And so I left, I had to get the little girl back to Hilda and get on with my life. So you can add child abuse and kidnapping to all my good deeds.
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