Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-5583506-20150301224422

"Should you do the talking or should I?" asked Torsdolk as they were being escorted down the keep of the old fort.

"Let me handle the talking", said Valkyrie and bit together in an effort to refrain from saying what she actually thought of this place and its people.

The three warriors of rank Ghost-Wolf accompanied them. She had known them since childhood, though by the time she was still crawling on her knees trying to learn which end of the sword would kill the monster, the then teenagers had learned how to draw a sword and peel a watermelon without making any visible movements.

She had always found Ma'Khenro, the Khajiit to be somewhat handsome especially in heavy armor. He was the youngest son of Rokhan, the Patriarch of Clan Smoke-Tiger. Then there was Juliana Nymus, she had originally been the daughter of some lowly housemaid of the clan, but once she had showed what she could do once people put a sword in her hand, they quickly realised that the occupation of a housemaid was not suited for her. And then there was Halvar Wide-Jaw. He was a childhood friend of brother Varg, but had twice the better personality. He could take dirty jokes, and then tell something just as equally bad, but didn't mind to overdo it...

And now the group was headed to free her siblings... or so she hoped...

"Wait here", said the escort while he made a sign for them to stop in some grand hall.

In front of them there was a desk where a thin man with licked, brown hair sat and signed documents of importance. The room was well-lit and guards were posted at every door. This would have been the perfect spot for a trap to be set, but with the Ghost-Wolves by her side she had nothing to fear... not that she would have feared them otherwise. She had been surrounded by Death for far too long to be afraid of his presence...