Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4356155-20131201232055/@comment-4356155-20131202020638

The Dwarvern Centurion fell to its metal knees with a heavy release of steam. "Thank you for that. I owe you. Here, take some gold. There's some more gold and there's enough Stalhrim to make a blade in that chest over there. There's also some mead, if you'd like. I don't know a single Nord who'd refuse." Dezran ushers her savior, the unknown Nord to the crate she discovered earlier. "If you'd like you can come with me. I'm off to find those lost miners, maybe even get rich on the way."