Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170817084409/@comment-17114085-20170823182813

Rigmor chuckled. "My grandmother would disagree. According to her, magic was much more advanced back then. Much of the Elder Magic of the elves have been lost to history."

After a pause he added. "As a master of the smithing craft, I can tell you that there are restrictions that can't or shouldn't be broken. Armor and weapons always have the same basic layout, no matter how creative the smith, because to make something different would mean making something useless." Rigmor retorted. "And just as the smith has limited materials at his disposal, so do mages have limited magicka at theirs."

"Why are you two argueing about magic? Now is not the time." Ralof snapped at him.

"Just trying to pass the time." Rigmor muttered. "Blackreach is a long way down."

"Well there are hostiles nearby, so you should be quiet." Ralof ordered.

Rigmor shrugged and followed after Garm. He eyed the Falmer scout that Fenris had killed. They must have left some Falmer behind in the tunnels as sentries, to watch for anyone following them back to base.