Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-27922119-20161226221856

Burb exhaled slowly as he watched the unconcious body of Ysabel slump ungainly to the ground. The two members of the Nuit Sodality met eyes for a moment.

"You were waiting all that time?" Fethat asked.

"Only for a moment, mostly to get my strength back. I was knocked out for most of the time."

"I see. Well, your intervention ended the stalemate, so I suppose I should thank you for that."

Burb grunted. "What are we going to do with her now, kill her? Take her hostage? She's still warm enough, I suppose we co-"

Fethat raised a hand. "I'd rather not further aggravate the Knights, and I think they'll have their hands full with the crusaders for now. I doubt she would continue her hunt for us once we've crossed the border, especially after such a display of mercy. I say, we leave her to Kynareth."

Fethat dragged Ysabel's body to the cliff face and propped her up to a sitting position, "Come now, we musn't tarry. Let's not stain the Half-Gods honour and get ourselves killed by the weather, after she tried so hard to kill us."

The two companions resumed their journey to Skyrim, sharing not a word between each other.