Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-5543592-20150315215342

"Here, stop!" Barked Dacian. The four undead servents lowered the ilitter to the ground.

"Are we free to go?" One of them droned on at Dacian.

"Yeah, whatever." Said the lich dismissively, and the zombies dissolved into dust  He adjusted his very fancy cloak, feeling very important and very dignified. He marched off, using his staff as a walking stick, towards Markarth.