Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190519152545/@comment-7262318-20190528192041

"Ah, yes... that business. It's my son," He sighed. "Gjaalen has always been... extreme in his method of pursuits."

"Gjaalen is your son?" Kaz asked.

"Yes... we lived in Morthal before here. When I was first infected, the Vigilants of Stendarr that were residing there demanded that I be killed. The opinion proved to be popular amongst the inhabitance... so, my son had me smuggled through Whiterun and to here, and gave me this little... hut," He gestured around. "I've had a few run-ins with the miners, who in turn tried to report my existence to Gjaalen and the town... but little Gjaalen, he's always been a master at weaving misdirection and untruths... And so, here we are..."

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The spider did not react to getting hit by Myhs, but did swing its arms and violently hiss when Smith had caught the poor thing in his massive paw.

Utahsi had frozen up and fallen to the ground. "Kill it! Kill it!" He cried.