Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170518153821/@comment-2165692-20170603102257

Blackreach was as bleak as ever, the scarce light was provided only by the giant mushrooms and the large glowing bell orb hanging above the hall of rumination. The large chamber echoed with the familiar chime of nirnroot and it's crimnson variant, as well as stomps of the Giant, the roars of the Frost Troll and the Murmurs of Falmer

Malborn said nothing but after the door clicked in place, the lock was just heard, although it was just a low sound. From the opposite end of the room the accent normal for Altmers could be heard, 3 of them.

"Did you see those robes march in this morning? Who're they with? More of the Emissary's treaty enforcers?" "No. They're high mages, just in from Alinor. I guess Herself isfinally getting worried about all the dragon attacks." "Ah, good. I've been wondering how we were supposed to defend this place from a dragon." "If a dragon does show up, maybe we'll get lucky and it will eat the mages first. Might give us enough time to kill it." "Ha! I'd like to see those arrogant bastards taken down a notch. Always looking down their noses at us lowly footsloggers." "Well, we'd better get back to our rounds."