Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20181201131100/@comment-17114085-20190107163034

As the Stormhawks got closer, they heard the south more clearly. It was the sound of something or someone ramming against a door to one of the rooms further ahead.

Harald strapped his damaged shield on his back and grabbed one of the torches. "This would've been useful before, Styrson." He sounded a bit pissed off.

Jofrodr dropped the doorlock and took the second torch. "You have some flint?" He asked the Cyrodiilic. He assumed so since it would be pretty useless to bring torches, but no flint and steel to light them.