Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5292841-20130307012838/@comment-7153552-20130417213908

"Amarthdáe, I will accept your test of strength.  Fear not, we shall rest and on the morrow we shall battle, and my sword - well, both of them - are forged of the highest quality.  I have no need of enchantments, I weild two Daedric swords passed down to me from my father that I have enhanced by refolding the metals.  My armor, steel plate though it may be, is honed to the strongest and most mobile tensile known to my people.  We will rest, and I will dream of battle, and tomorrow we shall see each other in action."

Anzier steps outside to sleep under the stars and watch as his ancestors move above him, and lulls him into sleep.