Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20181201131100/@comment-17114085-20190107203018

Harald grunted after he lit his torch with Kane's. He still sounded pissed. "Try not to repeat it next time."

Jofrodr used his torch to look into the room. It was a small storeroom, filled with barrels and crates. As soon as the door had been opened, the group could sense a rotten smell coming from inside.

"Ugh." Jofrodr coughed, but managed to keep himself from wretching from the horrid smell. He fumbled with the door for a moment and tried to close it, but it just creaked open again since the doorlock was missing.

"100 year old food stocks." Harald turned away from that first room, trying to get away from the smell.

There were three other doors on the right side of the corridor before the end. Harald examined the second door, it was also locked. "Companion, get over here and open this door."

Jofrodr coughed again as he walked away from the first room. "Sure, just give me a moment."

While Jofrodr was trying to compose himself, Harald turned to Kane. "Check the rest of the corridor. See if there are no more traps."

When the Dwemer held out his hand and cast the spell, he spooked Hrefna. Her eyes when wide and she swung her axe at his face. Fortunately, the big boned farmer restrained herself at the last minute when he stopped his spell. Her eyes going from surprised shock to an angry scowl.

She cursed at him as he was walking away. "Damned bounty hunter, giving me a fright like that." She muttered under her breath.