Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170616145439/@comment-24736819-20170710153246

"The ruins.", the older redguard answered Freyja, "The dwemer built their contraptions to be self-sufficient so they wouldn't need to be rebuilding their defenses amidst battle. They had the knowledge and the means, so naturally they were tough to beat and that still reflects on their ruins nowadays."

Ash cleaned his blade from chaurus blood and sheathed it once again, "I suppose we can expect bigger things to attack us as we go deeper into this place.", he sighed.

"And it shall be wonderful!", Albah'ith exclaimed, "The knowledge one could gather is supposed to be limitless... As long as we survive, of course."

The duo finally made their way into the Frozen Hearth Inn, the shackled girl leading the path while the Markarth Guard followed and steered their way.

The crowd threw a few glances at them, but nothing that Brun deemed unusual, just curious people. He sat the criminal down by an empty table and quickly made his way to the Innkeeper.

"Good evening, friend. Might I trouble your for a hot meal and a cold beverage?", he took his pouch of septims and placed 15 golden ones over the counter.