Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191224062218/@comment-4662333-20191227140704

"Good. Stick close to me, boy."

Soon, the pair were at the front of the Indoril Manor. The premises around the manor itself was unguarded, with only the occasional lone Ordinator making their routine patrols. Meralys loitered around the area before she went to the back of the house, and quickly picking a lock which lead to their cellar. They were in the lair of the beast.

The basement stocked a cornucopia of food; even more than the previous house they stole from. Meralys had a sneer on her face, disgusted at what her own family hoarded before she continued to stick to the shadows. The manor seemed completely empty at the moment. If Rialor were to notice and observe carefully, it was that Meralys seemed to know the layout ouf the manor well. It was unsurprising for Meralys herself, of course. This was, after all, her childhood home.

The pair soon found themselves before a locked door that would lead to a bedroom.

"Quick, pick the lock. I'll keep watch." Meralys quickly told Rialor as she handed him a lockpick.

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Dravis had to draw several sharp breaths as he then readied a javelin conjured from Oblivion. He steadied his breathing before throwing the javelin right at Fassilion. It was his retaliation for the dremora's attacks and he hoped he could hit the High Elf after he casted the spell at Aetheon.

Torsten quickly shouted another command to the group:

"Sentinel! I need runes beneath the dremoras with their shields up!"