Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140817142759/@comment-18750685-20140822204552

Aval looked at the Sheperd fall, his life ebbing away at the Dunmer's feet. Saren's war brother could see the stranger's eyes welcome death slowly, his very energy leaving through unseen channels for whatever heaven awaited him. After seeing so many men and women die, both elves gew accostumed to death and witnessing others embrace it. A corpse's stench seemed almost familiar, if not casual to both war vétérans. Something they could not truly explain, or did not wish to.

Aval looked up at Saren in disappointement, shaking his head and frowning.

"You've always been quick on your blade, Saren. I thought the war would have changed that." Complained Aval.

"He was not invited. You, of all people, should understand secrecy. Especially in our line of work." Responded Saren, cleaning his blade and climbing the steps.

"He did not raise a sword against you. Perhaps he was another desolate soul in search for answers, like us. He said something about 'Sheperds'. Let us hope your eternal hatred and insatiable bloodlust will not bite us too hard." Aval finished as he followed Saren.