Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150119141608/@comment-24344819-20150122172101

She couldn´t remove the arrow by herself. The poison had numbed her entire body and she couldn´t even speak. The only thing she could move were her eyes but of course Ernest couldn´t see that behind her helmet. She had no doubt about Ernest being mentaly disturbed and asked herself what would happen now. Sexual assault? Wouldn´t be the first time. Or would he try to roast and eat her like Lurius did?

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"I think our clothes have finaly dried now." Hey informed the bandit.

"R-really?" She stuttered. Hey had the impression that she was freezing under her furs. She was chattering her teeth and had been lying wrapped in her furs on the same place the entire day while Hey had done a bit of exercise, healed his shoulder wound and prepared food. As a Breton he should´ve felt just as cold as she did but for whatever reason he didn´t. He guessed it was because he grew up in Windhelm and was accustomed to the cold and lacking of comfort as an adventurer. The years of his life that he had spent in the warm Hammefell with his master hadn´t changed that.

"We should eat before we start the journey to Winterhold." Hey told her. "I´ve already made it warm."

"F-first good news i had s-since the moment you showed up. I´ll h-have some."