Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170616145439/@comment-17114085-20170717151041

When Edwin entered the lift room he could see right in front of himt he circular lift and the lever right in the middle that operated it.

The room wasn't too big, but the lift seemed like it could fit the entire group.

Rigmor followed the mage inside, his Battleaxe at the ready since he knew full well that there was one last foe that they needed to vanquish.

Behind the lift was an inactive Dwarven Centurion, resting in its station.

Rigmor hadn't fought one of those in years, ever since the Battle of Markarth when he and the Stormcloaks defeated a large Centurion that had been controlled by the despot that had conquered the city from Jarl Thongvor Silver-Blood.