Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-29458028-20140904102259

"Don't worry. The temple in Skyrim is little more than a ruin. Nobody uses it anymore" said Corentin, as the horse slowed to a trot. They had reached the stairs.

A harsh female voice sounded "A new supplic..." It abruptly paused.

It changed to a much younger sounding tone, a much smoother register, saying "Oh, it's you, Corentin. I knew you would never figure out the task alone. Place the beacon and we can talk better."

Corentin placed the beacon he had upon the pedestal, watching as it began to glow.

The voice changed targets to address Myling "you, yes, you, girl, I saw your prowess against the undead with the eldritch weapon that you hold in battle. Why have you accompanied Corentin here, spirit?"