Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190210201424/@comment-7262318-20190211220429

"Whatever we could find," The Dunmer shrugged. "It ain't much, but it's enough...."

Inside, the two saw the rather bleak conditions of the remaining Markarth citizens. Though it was in much better condition than the area upstairs, the main worship area hear had been converted into a cramped survivor's camp. Used bedrolls were scattered about on the floor, with people sitting with their legs crossed and trying to enjoy their bowls of soup and bits of corn. They looked like this was the first meal they had been served in weeks.

"Welcome to the last bastion of sanity," Meyline sighed.

"The Matriarch would probably want to see you all," The Dunmer said. "Y'all look.... capable."

"This One supposes.... still, she would rather not run all around town while her friend bleeds out of her ear hole, yes?" Shrava suggested.

Mortimer and Frasella were soon approached by Alex and her Khajiit friend.

"Hey... there you folks are," She announced her arrival, pulling up a seat. "How's it going?"

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"Hmm... a little anxious to see the sword?" He asked her with a michevious grin.