Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-7262318-20190806235533/@comment-24510587-20190811195521

It wasn't the werewolves.

Out of the shrubbery emerged a woman. She was a Nord, and a large one at that; she stood a little over six feet tall, and her tattooed arms and broad shoulders betrayed powerful muscles. The face under her braided blonde hair was square-jawed but not unattractive; the look in her eyes was determined and grim. Judging by the clothes she wore and the tools she carried on her belt, she was a blacksmith.

The woman was holding a stone maul in her hands. It displayed a rune, which glowed orange; clearly, it was no mundane hammer...

As fate would have it, Smith's foolish stumble had not gone unnoticed. The Nord's head jerked to the left, and she raised the maul as she slowly approached...