Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-11457306-20140313010238

Torene came out of the house and walked to the well, where Peri stood, pouring buckets of water over herself in the hot afternoon under a blazing Hammerfell sun. "Ahhh..." she sighed. "Hard to adjust back to this heat after the crisp air of Skyrim, Tor," she said.

"They are dead?" She had noted that the water running down Peri's body was red and yet there was no mark upon her.

"Every. Last. One." She enunciated. "It's over.  I've been to the temple too.  Anyone Tamara sent there never made it past the door.  The Beacon fried 'em. But I went in just fine."

"Did she speak?"

"No, but I ain't you.  I think we need to head back there.  I think it's safer than here."

"No.  I need to be where Makoru can find me."

"Suit yourself."