Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131208215432/@comment-3293219-20131211234902

Nish suddenly noticed that the Altmer didn't breath.

It was cold down in the basement due to the lack of torchlight and the stone walls, ceiling and floor. The condensation in Nish's breath could be seen, floating through the air and vanishing into nothing, yet no steam left the altmer's mouth or nose.

Nish then noticed that he had no scent, not even if clothes smelled of anything... was he, real?

"An orc..." Nish reminded him.

"Yes... I know who he is, I was the one who recruited him." The altmer sheathed his sword and walked over to the relics. "I am Areldur, I was one of the first to join the order... and the last to leave it."

Nish used this time to pull himself to his feet, "do you know where he was buried?"

"His tomb? Why would you be... of course... the Spear of Bitter Mercy. The second most valuable artifact left in posession of this order, well, what's left of it."