Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150416143828/@comment-25038310-20150429050539

Jack slowly recovered, and looked absently at the dragon priest. He had been nothing in this battle. Wounded. Injured. He had been thrown around like a ragdoll and had done barely anything to kill the priest. He had severely underestimated his opponent.

He looked at Valkyrie, his arm now healed, and also at the khajit.

He frowned at Caius, but there was little he could do to help Valkyrie. He only knew how to apply poison.. not take it away.

He knelt down, and held Valkyrie's head so Caius could administer and give her the healibg concotion better. "What was that, Caius? Zahkriisos was easier to beat than this fucker. His mask now hangs in my trophy hall..."