Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170123234211

The Imperial archivist turned around. "Certainly, what's this concerning?" he asked.

The Nord healer approached the Khajiit and forcefully spread his eyelids apart rather bluntly, inspecting the damage.

"Hmm", he grumbled. "Seems like you've suffered some exterior damage, but it has also caused some blunt trauma on your optic nerve. This won't be an easy task, but with a little skill of mine I think I should be able to restore your sight."

He motioned for Evelyne to bring him into the quarters. "Somewhat..." he finished.

"Indeed", said Myrdana. "Do... do you think there's any hope for us? We know what's coming. We know what's out there. Hundreds of Beasts. A few of them are capable of taking out an entire city. Imagine what over a hundred of them could do."

Myrdana began to breathe heavier, clearly anxious and worried about what would happen. She looked down upon one of her blades.

"I... I don't want to be eaten", she said. "And I couldn't bear to live on in a world where there is no future for any of us. If Saarthal was to fall... if the rest of Mankind's last sanctuaries were to fall, I might just..."

There was no need for her to finish the sentence. Her intentions were pretty clear. She hadn't any plans to stay alive and watch humanity's decline, should the worst possible outcome occur.