Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4356155-20131201232055/@comment-4356155-20131203014232

The four Nords traveled along the Dwemer hallways, stopping occasionally to observe some mechanism or disarm a trap or so. About an hour passed with little word until finally Dezran noticed a puddle of blood on the carved stone floor. "What in Oblivion...?" Dezran kneeled down and there was a loud click. She looked to her arm and blood was streaming down, contributing to the already existing pool. "Oh dear..." she said as she wiped blood from the unprotected flesh. She tore a peace of leather from the other dead miner's bag and strapped it. "This should do for now. I guess somebody else must be near by."