Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140817142759/@comment-18750685-20140823225546

Aval closed the chest and carried it to the main hall. Once he reached his destination, Saren's shield-brother opened the chest, left it hidden beneath the table, retrieved all weapons and threw them into Cloud Ruler's firepit. His hand arose and erupted in magical flames engulfing ancient steel.

All remaining Akaviri Katanas and Dai-Katanas are effectively melted.

Saren stuff his sack with vegetables, fruits and more than an appropriate amount of Sujama imported by Aval. Once equipped with fresh nourishements and beverages, Saren regards upon his protégé.

"I hope you're ready. Helgen was merely the beginning. As Aval said, we hope to cause only minimum chaos and blooshed, but it perhaps will not suffice. We depart tomorrow for Cheydinhal. But first, we should opt for rest." Saren confessed to him as he departed for the west wing, where three clean bedrolls awaited.

Aval ventured outside and paused as to admire the scenic splendor of Cloud Ruler's strategic position. Cold wind, extinguished braziers and calm mountains. It was as though Time itself stopped solely for Aval, who proceeded to seal the gates with a potent Fire Cloak stronger than those casted by most wizards, and left two Storm Atronachs to patrol the area within the gates.