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Shepherd wasn't sure how to feel about the stranger Clayton had invited with them that they'd found during their trip. He was still reasonably suspicious of the man that traveled beside him most of the time, after all most things they found in Barovia attacked them eventually.
Plus, the man merely idles to the side when the rest are fighting, it wasn’t useful. But, despite that knowledge, Clayton had still pitied the man and invited him with, and he’d only been with them for some hours now.
Snapping out of his thoughts about the stranger currently idling to the side. Shepherd stared at the professor in disbelief, not believing the words that had just come from his mouth; he can't be serious. “Take it With us?” He asked, "You can’t mean out of this room.” Shepherd gestured to the mainly barren room with a circle surrounding what seemed to be a couch mixed with a cauldron.
“I do mean out of this room.” Clayton confirmed, seemingly Oblivious to the sparks of Shepherds annoyance, “And who the Fuck do you think gotta carry it?” Shepherd was irked. It wasn’t The professor that answered, rather it was the cultist lizard who can’t read the room himself, “I think, he intends for you to carry i-” A baleful Glare was sent his way, “I hope Someone will volunteer.”
“I’ll Help.” Kana offers, ever the helpful soul in Shepherds opinion, “thank you, Kana.” Shepherd pats her on the back, “Anyone else?” and turns to Sarnax in the Doorway; Intentionally ignoring the Stranger to the side of the Door- what was his name again?
“It’s hard for me to get a Grip with my one arm-” Sarnax says, trying to Elude helping. “Sarnax Get the fuck over here.” Shepherd puts a hand on one of his pistols as he Balefully glares in Sarnax’s direction, and luckily Shepherd doesn’t have to waste a bullet on the lizard man.
Patting his hands together Shepherd puts his hands on the couch along with Kana and the lizard man- “on the count of three, one.. Two.. three,” who the fuck makes Cauldron couches and why are they so heavy? Shepherd barely listens to Clayton or Victoria as he starts to walk backwards, “Mind your fingers on the doorframe, Shepherd.” Kana Warns, “Ah- Fuck, Your right, your right, damn-” Shepherd says at the aching pain of his triggers finger being caught on the Doorframe which hurt like hell, no help from The professor or Victoria, nor the stranger who’s grimacing and the sight before him.
“Put your damn lantern down, Sarnax!” Kana yells, being basically the only other person helping lift this damn couch. “Not too quick, I'm walkin’ backwards!” Shepherd complained.
“Alright almost through- oh, no no no no, Stop.” Shepherd immediately stopped walking, causing the couch to do a lurching movement. “Take a rest,” Sarnax and Kana immediately start to chatter about, but shepherd’s tired and can’t bring himself to do more than announce that fact while he rests his head on the arm of the couch. “Gods, I wanna go to sleep..”
Shepherd can tell Clayton is about to say something but before he can, to Shepherd’s surprise the Stranger picks him up easily and tosses him on the couch with Victoria and the professor along with Kana and Sarnax, which was jarring if you ask shepherd, So don’t blame him for instinctively putting a hand on his Pistol;
He’s being lifted in the air- no, the couch is, and it’s resting on one of the strangers muscled shoulders as he easily walks down the steps with it; oblivious to the Gawking those on the couch were doing- except for Sarnax- Kana and Victorias was subtle compared to Clayton making comments and notes.
Huh. this is kind of relaxing, Shepherd might fall asleep…
The last thought that occurs to Shepherd before falling into a peaceful slumber, maybe the Stranger is useful sometimes.