Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-32663439-20141029050158

Arthur and the frelser sprinted ahead. It took them about three minutes until they reached the pit. They looked down. The drake was dead, its body lain askew. "Ha! Just like my lord! He has slain a drake!" The frelser started a little Frelser celebration jig, dancing in place and kicking his feet out. He looked at Arthur, who was staring at him, and he abruptedly stopped the jig. "S-sorry, it's kind of a Frelser thing."

(idk how to make that fancy line thingy to change scene)

Tate said "I agree. But there were a bunch of targets. The Falmer could already be at the nearest targets. Where should we go?" Tate looked around the tunnel. They didn't even know which way they had come from. The pit wasn't in sight. "Which way?"