Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191218152010

"Gods..." Torsten let out to himself as he put a hand on his temples, massaging it. It was clear that Torsten was uncomfortable with the entire mansion, and getting ambushed by a flesh atronach and a zombie clearly did not help. In truth, the inexperience in dealing with daedra had creeped into the ex-legionnaire's mind.

"I found a key." Dravis announced to the group as he showed the the aforementioned key. The Dunmer was about to open the metal door before Torsten stopped him.

"W-wait!"

The Dunmer spun around to look at Torsten, who seemed to be taking deep breaths.

"A-are you sure we want to open that? Gods knows what could be behind that door..." The Nord argued, albeit weakly. Dravis was puzzled, but he could not judge Torsten's fear at their current siutation - certainly not every day you are stuck in a mansion filled with daedra.

"Let's leave this to vote. Do we open the door, then?" Dravis asked the rest of the group.