Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140113164833/@comment-24344819-20140116170531

Jasic looked over to the imperial. Her unconciousness had been replaced with a peacefull sleep one or two hours ago. He stood up and took back his neklace. She wouldn´t need that now. All her wounds had been healed as opposed to Jasics: his chest still hurt.

Nethertheless he had tried to make everything as comfortable as possible, by savaging what was left of the suplies that the group, whose only survivor was the imperial, had left behind. He had found two sleeping bags and he was even able to start a fire with some wood and find food in the backpack of one of the bodys. Not that it mattered to him, he could turn into a werewolf and feast on the Falmer settlement he had found, further ahead.

But this girl was his only way out of the Dwemer ruin. He had to keep her safe.