Kathrine stares at the tiles infront of her, the two that belong to her. She stares at the stabbing of the mother and daughter, a shiver across her back. The spear wielding orcs are much more her thing.<br/><br/>"Cele.. Sariah.. please take whatever tile represents you the most. Whatever happens.. I'll see you later", she says, then closed her eyes and stepped on the spear wielding orc tile.