Emma coughed. 'Damn cobwebs. Wait, that was a cobweb!' She thought fearfully. If there was one thing that was truly awful, it was a spider. She shuddered.

"ehe h Hey, Vilkas? You mind picking up the pace?" She asked.

"Don't tell me you are afraid of a few critters, now Em. Can I call you Em?" Emma nodded her approval of the nickname

"Sure. Ah!" She cried out as she tripped on a raised slab of rock. Emma smiled to show him she was fine, and carried on walking. Suddenly, there was a very unusual sound that could only be an arachnid.

"Eep!" Emma whispered. "Uh, you go on ahead, don't mind me" Vilkas shook his head and smiled

"Stay safe" he told her before carrying on.

There were sounds of a fight, then silence. Emma slowly moved towards the room. Seeing light, she sprinted toward it. Then a giant frostbite spider descended from the shadows. Emma screamed out and fainted in shock. Vilkas furrowed his eyebrows, laughing to himself.

"Emma, you are one unusual Dovakiin…"

Meanwhile, in the same cave…

Brynjolf turned to Legate Tullius.

"Did you hear that, lad? Sounds like there's a fight. And judging by all these bodies, I'd say it'd be our lass the dragonborn." Indeed, the bodies showed signs of whiplash, a wound (in this case anyhow) only obtained by being hit with unrelenting force.

"Come on, we have no time to lose" Tullius advised, pressing forward at increased pace.

The two blitzed through Folgunthur, never stopping but to loot a few septims here and there.

(sorry the chapter is short, just needed something to post LOL)