Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170811001656/@comment-5583506-20170811010318

Ylva let Jerus' rest over her shoulder until she reached all the way to Gait, before gently setting him down.

"Fucking hell", the wolf creature snarled, gazing out on the battlefield. "What can we do, Gait? What even happened here? This looks like something I'd expect from a horror novel and not some heroic quest."

Though she did not like to admit it, Ylva appeared to have been the first one to realise that this sight was something heroes would have to get used to. Something they would have to get used to.

The cell Drac entered belonged to Half-Troll, an Orc woman with the strength to literally crush entire mountains to rubble if she so wanted to. The most powerful enchanters in Tamriel had forged a pair of shackles specifically meant to keep her strength reduced, but seeing as how they had been attached to the wall, which was now missing due to the explosion, there was little surprise as to why she had been able to escape.