Eno Arval
Eno had never dared dream that he would ever be glad to see the jagged dark edges of a Daedric shrine. Yet, when his eyes caught the first malevolent peak piercing the sky, he muttered a few words of relief. "Finally, we're there." He whispered. "Now all I want is to turn right around and take the first caravan home. No more adventurous journeys through the ashlands!"
As they approached, a few members of the temple approached them, flanked by a pair of Armigers. "Halt! Who are you and why did you come?!" One of the Armigers shouted. Then, he lifted his helmet to get a better look. "By the...Hey, are you part of that caravan that came through here not too long ago? It's captain claimed that a small group went back to take over a dead Guar's load, only to never return. Reckoned they'd been slain by wild beasts, or worse. Well, are you that group? If so, praise be ALMSIVI. If not, I have to ask you once more. Who are you and why did you come?"
"Wild beasts? There were Dark Elves, but no one slayed us." Haz muttered in return, so softly that only those closest to him could hear.
"Please...somebody else talk to them. I just don't want to remember that." Eno gagged.
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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