Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150514025025/@comment-24942837-20150517001354

Torolf's eyes bulged.

"What's the matter, eh?" Aerin asked.

"They're gonna kill someone." He whispered

"So what? Death happens to everyone."

"Yeah, but I think they're sacrificing her or something." Torolf said.

"Do we really need to risk our asses for one of them again?"

"What if it's not one of them? What if it's an innocent person?"

"When did you grow a conscience?" The Bosmeri asked.

"I dunno, but don't you want to get back at them? Think about it. We save whoever's gonna die, and kill them. It's a win-win."

Aerin reluctantly grunted quietly. "Fine, but I'm going alone. You sneak like a mammoth running through the Rift's forest."

Torolf nodded, gesturing for her to go. She sighed softly, crouching down and using Muffle, and then improved invisibility.

When she reached the wall, she stared awkwardly at what was about to happen, gesturing for Amren and Weylin to come over. A few seconds later, enhanced by Muffle effects, they armed themselves. Weylin with his Summon Dremora Lords, and Amren with his scimitars.