Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150315072056/@comment-29458028-20150316145054

Vladimir walked for the exit. He looked around at all the scorch marks, testament to the deadly skill of the Dragonborn and how he destroyed enemies. Those were some massive shoes his metaphorical feet would never, ever fill.

Eventually, they made it back to the surface.

"Well, I'm going on to Eastmarch ... that's where the enemy is, I think ... probably will need lots of assistance fighting her."