Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140628034226/@comment-25146201-20140706012926

The Breton frowned. "Answer my question, and I'll answer yours."

When the Dunmer had confirmed (or thought) that no one had followed, she made her way to a small grove of trees. Some of the trees had marks engraved into their bark, marks Alyssa was all too familar with. Shadowmarks. The Dunmer seemed to follow the trail of marked trees until she came upon a shrine. It was nothing grand, just a few steps leading up to a platform, on which rested a pedastal with a crow statuette laying on top. The Dunmer made her way upto the shrine and inserted a finger into the crow's left eye. A large section of the platform slided open to reveal ladder rungs, and a deep drop. The Dunmer descended.