Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170720113953/@comment-19164168-20170725005230

"This one hopes the mages actually studied their sword-based combat lessons. Jo'Khar's getting too old for this." the Khajiit said in annoyance as he drew his blade, which he had recovered after years if sitting in his College dorm room's locked closet.

His eyes and ears ever open for threats, he could only prepare for what the vampires had in mind.

(No word on the Jarl of Winterhold? XD I kinda need him for the situation at hand.)

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Freyja noticed Rigmor's stress, and sat down after setting up a tent where the group could rest, mostly free from the harsh cold. Taking out her bottle of a home-made blend Mead, she offered 1 of her 3 bottles to the Skald.

"Want to try this? This brew stronger than Ashfire got banned by my order for it's strong kick. It's like a Minotaur kicking someone's face." she said and warned of the mead's potency at the same time. She only offered a taste from a half-empty bottle, and no more than that.