Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20180122052739/@comment-24530992-20180228024321

Staun poked open a few doors, stumbling across a few dead Thalmor soldiers. Upon further investigation, he realized that they were not the culprits he was looking for.

Upon reaching a final door, he opened it slowly, only to be greeted by a surge of lightning aimed straight at his heart. Were his reflexes less honed, it likely would've killed him, but he had managed to spin out of its range.

"Hey! We aren't here to kill you, you hear?!" He shouted, pushing the door completely open and stepping inside.

"Don't lie to me. We know you're here to kill us, damn humans..." A hoarse female voice hissed, firing off another bolt. The Breton rolled off to the side again, drawing his blades.

"I don't want to kill you. Don't make me force my hand," he stated, firmly. There was an eerie silence before another voice spoke up.

"Korina, stop," it ordered, revealing itself to be an Altmer male, his golden skin, unusually tall stature, and long silvery hair confirming Stauntax's suspicions. The elf looked between the two, a weak smile drawn on his face. "Well, if it isn't the bastard and his whore. What do you want with us?"

"I appreciate the pleasant greeting," Staun grumbled, sheathing both blades. "Believe it or not, I'm here to break you two out of here."

"And I'm supposed to believe you? Your kind came in and slaughtered every single non-human here," he snapped back, his glare moving from the man to his wife, almost with an accusatory look.