Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170225142449/@comment-5543592-20170225235106

Szeth packed away the books inside the saddlebag, and slung it over his head, to rest across his body on his shoulder.

"They're akin to Flesh Atronachs as well." Lambert said over his shoulder to Sulvis.

The Greybeard leaned out of the door and inhaled deeply. When he spoke, it was only in medium volume, but there was depth to the words, a sense of them being something more.

"Zul... Mey Gut!"

To the construct's... sensors? it would hear a clatter of trash cans, pots, and pans, all manner of metallic culture, coming from an alleyway, directly across from the inn.

"That should do it." The Greybeard said, fading back inside the inn, pulling at his well-kept beard.