Donny was setting up rune traps for Harkon when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. By the time Gale opened the door Skyrim was left on it's own and Donny's chair was empty.<br/><br/>Donny himself was in another room, his bathroom. He didn't want talk to anyone. He sat on his toilet manicuring his nails with his switchblade. Even though he was dead, he stilled remembered the warm feeling he got when he cut into his dead skin and scraping off his own flesh. He was careful not to flay his own fingers apart, and by the time he stopped he was just sitting on the toilet, in the dark.<br/><br/>Donny eventually decided that he would at least go and see what Gale wanted. He still felt like sulking, but he didn't want Gale to be too bothered. Last thing he wanted was to have Gale's worries on his conscience. Opening the door, Donny turned towards Gale, who was standing next to the entrance to his room. "Hi. What's uh.... What is it?"