Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20151108171024/@comment-27152625-20151113155029

Aerwen wiped her brow and let out a sigh of relief. She unsommoned her Dremora and went up to the frozen infantries.

"What good is a frozen Elf?" she asked herself. She shurgged her shoulders and went over to the mage. Aerwen grabbed the pouch that the mage had on them. It was a big pouch.

Aerwen looked around and grabbed one of the swords the infantries had dropped. She started to skin the Elves and flinching for each cut she did.

"No one deserves this kind of fate." Aerwen stopped cutting as tears started to well up. She shook her head and continued to gather the Elf skin. Once she had the Elf skin, she put her hood back up and left the cave. The thought of having the skin and meat from her fellow race sickned her. She shook her head again and got on her horse ready to ride back to Bruma.