Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140813223809/@comment-18750685-20140817013934

The woman runs Saren through, who faintly groans in pain. Unwilling to show weakness of any sort, he kept most of the pain within himself, muffling its stabbing voice. The Dunmer helped her retract the blade and proceeded to heal his wounds.

He then grabbed a nearby rusty rope and handed it over to a mother heavy with child.

"May layers of skin match your anger." Saren praised as he systematically removed his Bonemold Armour and faced the keep's wall, awaiting his punishement.