Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150429063943/@comment-5583506-20150502023745

"Not many in comparison to our number as a whole", said Androval matter-of-factly.

"I lost about three hundred men, defending your mongrels from the dragons", said the Iron Hound without raising his gaze from the map. "And now, we've got dragon scales and dragon bones to sell."

Hist-of-his-Kin opened and closed his eyes. His breathing was rugged. "Two hundred from when we were storming the gates", he groaned. "And two hundred more from the dragon's fire."

"Sixty-five", stated Jagvar Ice-Breaker and seemed proud to have a lower death toll than the Gorehounds.

"Less than two hundred", said Ebba and pounded her chest. "The fire got most of them. There isn't much that can penetrate true ghost oak shields!"

"This... this one will have to consult my advisors about that", said Sha'Anxi.

Haridsvari listened in on the conversation and tried to make out the words from the Khajiit. "Huh? You want to construct visors on your hat?"

Valkyrie sighed and ignored the old woman.

Would it make me a terrible person to wish that she could die a little faster so that her children might take her place?

"And just about over a hundred from our count", said Torsdolk and wiped the blade of his axe with a rag.