Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140920182756

The Nord continued to watch Azarath, for a brief moment, as if she was concidering killing him anyway, which wasn't so far from the truth. However, she eventually took her sword and sheathed it, keeping a scornful look at all times.

"Shame... I was looking forward to killing eachother." Her voice suggested that she meant it to, she was almost envious of Emarrel, getting to fight Azarath, even if she lost the fight, it would be worth it.

"He's going to need healing, Riverwood's just to the south of here but it has no priest or healers, so you'll have to stock up on healing potions."

"Yeah... Too bad Nad made me give all of my money away to that asshole..." The Dunmer grumbled, slowly pulling himself up, clutching at his broken ribs as he slowly but surely managed to sit up, looking over to his friends on either side. Nadira took his arm and began to help him up.

"Well... You did steal his boat..." The Breton pointed out, straining under the weight of having to lift him as she did so, smiling a little at the humour of the situation.

"Yeah? Well, he was an asshole..." Azarath chuckled a little as well as he was slowly lifted onto his feet.