Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4356155-20131206051655/@comment-5543592-20131206215940

(Lol I guess)

Daithi cast a weak candlelight spell. He was never very good at magic, but being an elf had always given him a natural affinity to it. Niru, Themy's white wolf, followed close behind him. Daithi ran his one of his Mithril guanted hands along the wall. He watched for traps and tripwires, favorites of the Falmer. He continued walking until his foot kicked something. He looked down and was shocked to see a dead person face down. It was a miner. He flipped the body over, and examined it. It was a dunmer. After a bit of examining he noticed something interested: He couldn't find a cause of death. Daithi stood up. He looked at Niru, "What do you of this?" The creature tilted it's head to the side, confused. He pulled of the miner's dark, soot-covered cloak and yanked it over himself. The cloak worked to conceal him better when he was sneaking, or sticking to the shadows. He put the miner's helmet on, always good to have a protected head, thinking back to young Legionaires who would have their brains blow out because they got cocky and pulled their helmet off. Daithi found the Daedric word that Sam had found on other miners. He stood up and was going to continue walking, when he heard Niru growl. He looked in the wolf's direction,

"What?" He asked, annoyed.

The wolf was growling at the wall. Daithi scratched his head confused, but realized what it was. The wall was fake, he could easily disern that, even in this pale light. Falmer could be bursting through it any minute. He whistled for Niru and ran in the direction he was headed as fast as he could, even with his bad leg.