Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170616145439/@comment-24736819-20170715005450

"This seems a bit over the top...", Ash'Shabar mentioned moments after he hacked another jumping spider, "Why so many?! Damned dwemer!"

Despite his complaint he was easily dealing with the incoming creatures, seeing that his sword absorbed the shock attacks threw at him as if it were an lightning rod stuck to the ground.

"Not trying to hurry you or anything, dear, but they do seem to be multiplying two times the rate they are destroyed...So, anytime now.", Albah'ith approached Altera and muttered.

The elderly redguard was a brilliant scholar, archaeologist and linguist, yet fighting was not something he exceeded at.

Brun, who had bought a meal and not eaten yet, returned to the Innkeeper.

"What a mess...", he commented, "But what about that mead and that stew? All this trouble just made me hungrier and thirstier..."

He glanced back at his prisioner, once again, yet the Countess seemed to be happily and patiently waiting for his return. It was clear that she had something to say...