Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191128091111

Hirarend's pounding on the door seemed to be weaker and weaker, until it found its nadir when his metallic gauntlets were scratching across the surface of the reinforced wooden door.

Eventually, no sound was heard except for the roaring winds of the ash storm.

Torsten then took this time to draw several well deserved deep breaths as he slumped on to the floor. Dravis meanwhile, was sulking about his broken spear as he stared at it as if in deep thought.

"I'll...I'll watch the door. All of you, get some rest...what a fucking day," Torsten let out in a fatigued manner to his comrades. He had no intentions to open the door, not even to extract Hirarend. This was raw survival, and shelter was the only counter to Morrowind's infamous ash storms.