i just started ds2 so ignore any inaccuracies!!!! had to write something for creighton...... love this guy.....
"Don't let him fool you."
Were the man's— Creighton's— words to you. Yet another thing to worry about in this strange land you'd ended up in; as if you didn't have enough worries already.
When you'd first found him, his posture had seemed tired, maybe defeated, but after you'd opened the door and talked to him, he'd slowly straightened up. It was less of a visible change, more a feeling you got from his words and tone of voice. He was rejuvenated again, enough to go off and kill a man, which was a bit concerning. That he'd be so renewed just at the thought of someone's death, at his hands no less, was somewhat scary, but...
Well. This "Pate" character seemed like he deserved it, so you'd pretend you didn't hear any of what he'd said and let Creighton bring the man to justice without meddling.
And despite all that, you still found yourself striking up a conversation with him of your own will. You were lonely, alright?
"How long ago did you come to Drangleic?"
Creighton seemed a bit surprised by your question, as surprised as someone could look when they had a mask covering their entire face besides their eyes.
Huh. For someone who was so chatty earlier, he sure seemed hesitant now. Or maybe he was just hesitant to divulge more information, which was understandable. You, however, weren't of the same mind. What did it matter if you talked about yourself to a guy who'd just confessed he wanted to kill someone?
"I basically just got here."
He huffed something close to a laugh, "I'd figured."
You looked down at your clothes, "It's that obvious, huh?"
"It's more than obvious. Can practically smell it on ya."
"Oh..." you turned your gaze back to the bonfire, a bit embarrassed but more blasé than anything. That was to be expected, with your lost memories and all.
As much as you were enjoying the brief respite, you could only rest at the bonfire so long. Your muscles ached a little as you got up, picking up your sword and dusting yourself off.
"Goodbye, then. I hope you find your guy, and... maybe we'll see each other again."
All you got in return was a grunt and a wave, but you weren't too miffed. Unfortunately you sucked up any interaction, however off-putting, because you were just that...
Okay. You didn't want to call yourself desperate. You really needed to raise your standards, even in a place like this.
Creighton stood as soon as your footsteps went beyond the range of his hearing and ducked out of his mini prison. In the distance, he could see your figure fading into the fog.
The poor, new little hollow. Naïve enough to believe him, naïve enough to try to converse with him, a total stranger— he was surprised you'd lasted a day. Maybe you were stronger than you looked, but... clearly not smarter.
How intriguing. Creighton found himself wanting to know more. You'd gotten this far despite everything, he was curious to see how much further you could get.
He wanted to find Pate, but something told him that following you would lead him there eventually. For now, he'd stick with you, making sure you were none the wiser.
