Fucking dreams. Fucking Thalmor. Fucking rebels. Fucking border patrols. Fucking dragons.
She lost her good knife and down she's jogging down the riverside hoping that she doesn't get roasted from above and that the sky is light enough by the time she gets to Town-what's-its-name that the gates will be open. And that it hasn't been burned down. And that no other survivors have beaten her there and rallied the guard to execute her on sight.
So Elerki's day is going great, thanks, how are you?
Sounds like a plan. Hopefully the entrance hasn't caved in or anything like that.
"I mean, I dunno if they're actively raiding anyone? Didn't hear chatter about recent raids... On the other hand, we didn't exactly stop to talk to anyone."
"We could go back and ask. Or walk up and see if they try to rob us, I guess."
"Or I can walk up while you stay back all sneaky. In case there's a fight after all."
"Then I'll find somewhere with good sightlines to hide. What will the signal be?"
She hums then gives a few different possibilities. "That or a fight starting."
Thirty minutes and a large number of shenanigans later, a slightly singed Glint leans against a stone puzzle-door and giggles while her flame atronach Pyro does celebratory back flips in the large hall leading up to the door, casting odd flickers of light over the murals, making the ancient scenes seem to dance and move.
"Well. I think I gained some valuable experience in quickly aiming at moving targets, if nothing else."
"And I managed a summons under fire!" With the help of a lot of magicka boost potions.
" - Probably. These usually mark like, the deep sanctum type stuff and all? They're harder to get past."
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