Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190210201424/@comment-7262318-20190210223620

"Well... then we seem to be at an impasse then," Alex said.

Then she had a thought dawn on her.

"Vyrine, let me use your helmet..."

"With all due respect, I'm not letting my sword out of my sight..." Alvoran said. "It's a pretty important sword...

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(You missed Torus reeeee)

"That's what I thought too... but they've got their ends covered, it appears..."

As they walked out of the residential district, they could see now where everyone had gone too. Down in the industrial district, there were hundreds of mena and women in mining attire, moving through the forge, the mines, the mill, and moving carts full of rocks and minerals around the town. They all had the same empty smile on their face, wordlessly walking about and doing their job.

There were carts full of people, as well. Bodies piled ontop of each other, lined up next to the forge. Every single one of them had a smile permanently etched onto their faces, their hands and limbs bloodied from working themselves to death.

"The Silver-Blood Company has pretty much closed the doors to Markarth as it is. Business meetings and trade happen beyond the city, in the little towns nearby..."

She shuddered. "Those that do come in... typically don't go back out."