The arrow quietly flew through the air, landing straight into the head of the dragur ten feet from Lana and Neg.
"Ten points, headshot," Neg said, ripping her glass arrow out of the head of the dragur.
"Not fair, I can't kill those ugly bastards," Lana argued, holding tightly on her ebony bow.
"You kill those nasty Ice wraiths, and those are twenty points," Neg retorted.
"Yeah but there is very little of them, there's millions of dragur."
"You just don't want me to win do you?"
"It's a competition, is it not?"
Neg quickly looked behind them, the quiet sound of grunting and footsteps coming towards them. The sound of footsteps became louder. Lana soon joined Neg and they looked at the maze of stone coffins around them.
"Damn, not another one," Lana complained.
"If this is a Deathlord, you're helping me out," Neg said, reaching for her arrows.
They stood crouching, perfectly still, waiting for their target to show its self. Lana pulled out her own arrow and pulled it back tightly on the string of the bow, one eye closed.
A shadow creeped closer to them, and just as the head appeared Lana's arrow cut through the air and hit the enemy straight in the shoulder sending him back. Neg released her own arrow, hitting the target in the stomach. By the time Neg hit her target, Lana's arrow was already flying through the air.
The dungeon quieted down once again as Lana and Neg snuck over to the dead body. Neg took a torch and brought the light closer to their enemy. They both held their breath in horror, afraid they might attract more.
"Shadowlurker," Neg whispered, afraid she might somehow wake the beast up.
"How can a falmer be in an ancient Nordic ruin?" Lana asked, her eyes still fixed on the monster, afraid that if she would look away he would wake up and kill her.
"Hiding something, perhaps," Neg suggested, putting the torch away.
"Something valuable," Lana said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Neg smirked at her expression, and collected the arrows from the dead body.
"Then we should make haste, I have a date with the Jarl."
"Him again? I thought you were with Ulfric," Lana said, irritated.
"We got a... Divorce," Neg said, handing Lana her arrows.
"A divorce? Well you should share your alimony with your beloved sister," Lana suggested, thinking about the run down shack she has for a house.
"Get married then," Neg retorted.
Lana snorted at the thought. Marrying was for noble or poor people. An adventurer like herself would never do such a thing.
"Thirty points for me," Lana said before they continued.
They quickly cleared out the enemies without breaking a sweat. Lana stood up in the large stone room, with a huge circular door in front of them. Neg picked up a ruby claw, examining the object she mentally noted the symbols on the paw. Lana stood beside her, looking at the ruby, calculating the price. She lifted her head up and saw a row of bottles.
Ale. She walked over and looked in the bottles to see if they were empty of not. Empty. Smiling she picked up all the bottles, Neg stood staring at her sister.
"I still don't understand why you collect those things," Neg said, walking up to the large door, feeling the engraved writing underneath her finger tips.
"I save money on the bottles, you wouldn't know because you're a spoiled brat," she said.
Neg snorted, offended. At least she lived in a high class manor, while her sister killed someone for the run down shack in the middle of the forest.
"Eagle, bear, torchbug," Neg said looking at her sister spin the wheels to the correct place.
The sound on rock rubbing against rock filled their ears. They both grabbed their bows, and watched the circular door lower into the ground. Behind the door was large glowing mushrooms, and a small river. The rock walls glowed blue from the mushrooms, and torchbugs flew nonchalantly in the air.
"After you," Lana said, gesturing for her sister to go.
Neg put her arrows away and calmly began walking through the crypt. Lana joined her, splashing through the water. They walked up the large flight of stairs leading up to stone wall with glowing words. A coffin and a large chest was placed beside the whispering wall.
The two immediately went through the chest and stored the rubies and necklaces in their satchels. Lana felt the weight of a glass axe in her hands, Neg snatched the axe from her hands.
"Balgruuf would love this!" She said enthusiastically putting the axe in her belt.
Lana rolled her eyes and slammed the chest closed. She stood up and noticed the words continued to glow. Neg and her walked up the whispering wall. Lana scratched her head and looked at Neg confused.
"Enchantment?"
"Ghost?"
"Ice wraith?"
She saw her jump a little bit at the name. They both looked at each other, confused. At the same time their expression turn bright as they said in unison, "dragur curse!"
They laughed leaving the strange wall alone. They stood in front of the coffin, waiting for it to burst open. Nothing. Lana looked at her sister confused, the coffin should have burst open while they were scavenging through the chest's supplies.
"Open it," Neg said.
They pushed the coffin lid off, waiting for a Deathlord or a Dragon priest to attack them. But instead a white skinned elf laid perfectly still his hands placed neatly on his stomach.
Lana looked at her sister, "he's a snow elf."
Neg could feel her jaw drop, she looked at the snow elf laying before them.
"Shouldn't he be a skeleton?"
"Unless," Lana said, their eyes trained on him.
They jumped back frightened. His eye lids fluttered open and he gave them a bright smile.
"Good evening," he said in a strange accent.