"That's the last of them" Luther said, pulling out his knife from the neck of the unlucky bandit "Even with the high ground they couldn't do jack shit, are they even trying at this point?" Spellsword asked.
The ground before the entry of the ancient ruin was littered with corpses, blood was freezing in the mountain's frosty cold. Luther looked around, the village of Riverwood was visible from atop the mountain, unlike the game which didn't render far, everything here was visible, creating a beautiful scene.
The Spellswords rested his gaze on the dark elf busy looting the corpses of her victims. One by one she passed through the dead, taking whatever of value and placing them within her pouch and strapping it on her hips, her hips being quite voluptuous if Luther might add.
The Spellsword slapped his face, his cold skin increasing the pain 'What the heck brain?! stop thinking about her ass, the Dragonborn is nothing but trouble!' he chastised himself for having such thoughts. Luther was never a man who would chase relationships, he was the quiet kid in the class with only a few quality friends, so it's safe to say he never had a romantic relationship during his time in the old world, that fact never changed in the new world either since he spent most of his years at the rock bottom of society, the opposite sex didn't even look at him during those times, becoming a slave after the Orcish raid didn't help improve his situation either.
The Spellsword shook his head to clear his thoughts "Are you finished? can we get to the real treasure already?" Luther asked loudly, the Dunmer spared him a glance before continuing her work, the Spellsword sighed "By the gods" he sighed, at this rate, it's going to take half an hour to get into the dungeon.
Seeing the Dunmer women won't budge until she dried the bandits of their valuables, Luther sat near the ruin's door where snow didn't fall. His hand went over his belt and took one of the stamina potions, opening the vial he quickly drained it of its content, a feeling of warmth spread throughout his body as he finished the potion. Luther wasn't tired, he just needed something to warm himself with, what pathetic amounts of heat he could generate with mana circulation wasn't enough for this temperature.
After five minutes or so, the dark-skinned Elf came to him. With a sigh, Luther stood up and faced the Dragonborn "Done?" he asked.
Ignoring the Spellsword's question, Elenor's hand rested on the stone door of the ruin, slowly pushing it open. As soon as the door was open enough, the Dragonborn passed through like a feline on the hunt, slowly creeping her way through the damaged ruin, she spotted two outlaws sitting next to a campfire, Luther was barely able to keep up with her without making any sound, so he decided to stand back as the hero of Skyrim brutally killed the outlaws, the poor bastards didn't even have chance to scream as the Assassin slitted one's throat and drove her knife through the eye socket of another, Luther couldn't help but whistle at her speed, it was no doubt now that the Dragonborn was an assassin.
Elenor didn't bother to loot the bandits this time and quickly moved through the maze with Luther following closely behind her. Along the way, Luther opened the pots lying around the hallway, hoping to find gems and coins just like in the game, to his disappointment, they were all empty, it seemed like whoever came before them had taken them all, or perhaps there wasn't anything within the pots to begin with, though he did find some magic scrolls that were worth hundreds of septims, he would share his findings with the Dragonborn later, but for now, he placed them within his armor.
The duo made their way down the stairs, passing through what looked like a door frame but without the door itself. As soon as they entered through the door frame, Luther recognized the location where the Skeevers attacked the player.
"Skeevers up ahead, 3 maybe 5 at most" Elenor turned her head with a questioning look "I had a few Skeever problems in the past" Luther shrugged "Ah look, there is one" the Spellswords pointed towards the direction of a giant vermin who was eating old parchments near a table.
The Skeever turned to face the two adventurers as they approached. With a scream, it launched itself towards the two only for it to be crushed under Elenor's heels. The giant rodent let out a squeak as he died.
"So much for your threats, Human" the Dunmer woman scoffed, her mocking was ignored and was met with a tap on her shoulder instead "Luther?" the Dragonborn looked back at him, only to see him pointing in a direction. Looking in the direction he was pointing, Elenor spotted hundreds of eyes reflecting the torch light.
"The threat I foresaw was calculated but damn, I'm bad at math" Luther said as a bolt of lighting came to life in his left hand "Stand back!" the Spellsword shouted.
Elenor stepped back and watched as a chain lighting spell ripped through the horde of Skeevers standing close to each other, with a thundering sound that echoed through the room, most of the Skeevers died instantly leaving only a handful to deal with. With the rest of the room cleared out, Luther faced the Dragonborn.
"Crowd control spells, you better learn a few for situations like this" Luther said, he was expecting a glare on his advice but was surprised when he saw the Dragonborn nod, she was willing to learn, good.
"Let's move" With that, the duo moved and began to walk.
Inside of the dungeon was different than what Luther has seen in the game, the ruin itself was more extensive with several paths leading towards different directions, only a few parts of the nordic ruin could be identified from the game, like the one they were facing right now.
The Spellsword peeked through an opening that lead to a small-sized hall with a hole in the roof, this was the place Luther recognized, it was where the dark elf scavenger was trapped. Looking around the room he saw a large spider busying itself with the punctured remains of the dunmer outlaw, they were too late to save him.
'Well, maybe if someone wasn't busy with looting we could've saved the poor bastard' he sighed "These bastards are hard to kill, you have to strike at the weak point on its back, right behind the head" he explained to the dunmer woman who was listening intently while trying to locate the weak spot Luther was talking about "I will distract it, can you deal the finishing blow?"
Elenor gave a quiet nod at his plan "Alright, let's move then" the Spellsword jumped out of his hiding place and threw a fireball at the back of the giant spider, the impacting spell did little to no damage as the spider's skin was too hard to pierce. The creature cried out in pain and turned to face its would-be ambusher. After locating the man it leaped forward, trying to impale the Spellsword with its sharpened legs.
Luther parried strike after strike but the spider, due to its large number of limbs, had the advantage. The Spellsword draw the attention of the spider away so it would turn its back on the assassin. With a grace only possible through ridiculous protagonist powers, Elenor suddenly jumped on its back and struck at its weak point that connected its head to the rest of its body, the giant spider fell to the ground as the link between its head and the rest of its body was severed though the head was still alive.
"Good strike, a clean one at that" Luther's compliment was ignored in favor of observing the dunmer corpse covered in spider webs, the half-eaten corpse resembled nothing like a humanoid.
Elenor cut the webs that were blocking the door and freed the corpse, she look down at the dead body with an expression Luther couldn't tell what it was, it wasn't sadness or anger, it wasn't pity either. The Spellsword stood beside her as she observed the corpse "A lot of outlaws think they can make a fortune by raiding an ancient tomb, most die before they could even face the Draugrs. That's why most researchers have several heavily armored soldiers with them" he explained.
"Draugrs?" hearing Elenor's question he turns to face her.
"You don't know about Draugrs?" the Dragonborn nods "Well, I guess you don't have those in Morrowind" he scratched the back of his head "Draugrs are undead creatures made by the ancient nords to guard their tombs, most if not all of the nordic ruins have Draugrs"
"Necromancy?"
"Of sorts, yes" he answered only to hear Elenor chuckles at his words "Something funny?"
"I wonder how the nords would react if they are to see their ancestors they revere so much" she lets out a laugh "They hate magic and outsiders yet their forefathers dabbled in necromancy"
A smile finds its way to Luther's face, now that Luther thought about it that way, it was a little funny, ironic type of funny "The only magic the nords seem to like is restoration. Did you know that ancient nords actually respected the magicians?" he asked.
"Come on, Human, that is not possible" she raised an eyebrow.
"It is the truth, as meat-headed as the nords are, they did accept wizards into their society, though most of that respect came from that old wizard who helped Ysgramor kill the elves who ruled the region at the time"
"Now that makes more sense"
"Nothing can make nords like wizards more than wizards who help them kill elves, no offense" Luther put his hands in front in a gesture of surrender "Shall we continue? there is a treasure to be found and undead to be killed"
The two left the corpse with the golden claw in hand, they made their way towards a hall filled with mummified corpses, Luther brought his hand up and signed the Dragonborn to stop, he gestured towards the mummified corpses within the holes in the walls.
"There, they are the Draugrs, looks like they are sleeping"
The dark elf's eyes carefully studied the corpses, after a few seconds Luther called out to her "We could kill them while they are sleeping or try to sneak past them, I suggest sneaking in, once one wakes up hundreds more will join the fray" he looked at his partner for confirmation "What do you say?"
"We will move, as silent as the wind" with that edgy remark from the dark elf, the duo quietly made their way through the area, making sure not to make any sound that could alert the undead, Luther noted the increased amount of undead within the catacomb, like everything, the number of draugrs has increased as well, so much so that even Luther doubted his ability to take them on even with protagonist backing him up.
Soon the team made it through the area, they dealt with a few awakened undead, solved a few elementary-level puzzles, and made their way to the last gate, the gate that was standing between them and the dragon tongue writing on the wall of the boss room, where the Dragonborn suppose to get his or her first word of power. Luther brought out the golden claw he has taken from the dark elf scavenger, he positioned the rings according to the Claw and inserted the golden claw inside the hole.
"I have to say, I expected nords to be muscle heads but not to this degree" Elenor pointed at the door as it slowly opened, the dust coming from the old gate was enough to limit their view "This is beyond simple, how is it suppose to keep people out?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Well my pointy-eared friend, this isn't for keeping people out, it's for keeping something in" Luther grinned as he entered the boss room.
"What?"
"Shhh... the ancient nords liked to put a capable guardian in their treasure room, they usually guard the things of the most value, treasure my friend!" the Spellsword's grin grew even larger, enough to make even Dragonborn creep out.
Soon, the two partners found their way onto the platform, their eyes widened as they looked at the treasures located within the last room. Gold, valuable gems, high-quality magic potions and scrolls, artifacts made from gold and diamonds.
"By Azura..." Elenor trailed off, soon she and Luther were filling their sacks with the most valuable things they could find.
"Gather as much as you can, we won't be able to take it all so choose the lightest and most valuable ones" the Spellswords said as he put the magic scrolls into a sack, after that, he began to fill it with gems and expensive trinkets, at this rate he will be able to buy a house without the need for extra work.
A smile founds its way across his face as he thought about his newfound fortune, he might even be able to start a business and won't have to worry about going hungry ever again, he will be able to study magic in peace, find a way to expand his lifespan and live comfortably for centuries.
'No more nights sleeping hungry, no more nights sleeping in the cold' Luther thanked whatever deity that put a realistic treasure inside of the dungeon instead of that pathetic amount that was in the game, seriously, a few gems and a few hundred septims were everything an ancient civilization had? how the fuck did they even have septims when the empire came after their civilization?
'Now all I have to do is to get the dragon stone...' the Spellsword stopped his train of thoughts as he looked towards the dunmer woman, she was still picking up shinies like a goblin on the hunt 'I need her to read those writing on the walls' with a grunt he stood up and faced the wall carved with magical dragon words "Hey, what do you think that is?"
The Dragonborn suddenly stopped and looked towards where Luther was pointing, she left the bag filled with valuables on the ground and walked towards him "I thought you were the expert when it comes to ancient ruins..." she suddenly stopped and looked around as if she was looking for a source of the sound.
'Yep, she is the Dragonborn alright' Luther tried to look worried "You alright?"
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"A voice, more like voices, a chant maybe?" she looked around a bit before her eyes rested on the stone wall Luther was pointing at "It's calling me..." she slowly began to walk towards the wall.
Luther's eyes never left the Dragonborn as she began to get closer and closer to the wall, when she was close enough, a white light began to emanate from the wall, he closed his eyes involuntarily as light temporarily blinded his eyes, after everything was over, there was only Elenor who stood there with a weird expression on her face.
Not even a minute later, a knocking sound came from a stone sarcophagus behind them "What is that?" Elenor asked, her eyes locked on the source of the sound.
Suddenly, the stone coffin exploded, turning into dust and rubble by the force of the one residing within. The duo saw a mummified undead as it rose from its sleeping place, its hands gripping an ancient nordic great axe, Luther quickly spotted the dragon stone resting on the ground behind the Draugr, not an ordinary type of Draugr, it was the highest level one in the game, a death overlord!.
The undead guardian was kitted in full ancient nordic armor, it was taller than any man Luther has seen, taller by far, even more than the famed orcs of high rock, in its hands was an equally ancient great axe, even though he wasn't trained in the art of enchanting, he could tell the thing was magical.
"The Guardian!" the Spellsword drew his sword, his other hand was bathing in flames "Careful, we don't know how strong it is"
The undead looked around and spotted the two intruders, with a roar as he charged toward the dark elf, his roar resembled a howl more than a roar.
"No you don't!" he threw an incineration spell at the charging undead, the spell knocked out its helmet, the thing growled in pain as the fire consumed it but unfortunately it wasn't enough. The overlord continued its charge, ignoring the fire spell it has just received to the face, his face was half burnt as the result of the spell. Normally, this spell was more than enough to kill tens of humans, but apparently, it was barely able to burn a side of the guardian's face.
Elenor dodge the undead's strike and returned it with one of her own, her hand twisted in a graceful motion and delivered a strike of her dagger to the Draugr's back, her eyes widened when she saw her dagger stop upon impacting the thick skull.
Seizing the opportunity, the undead guardian threw a fist at its would-be attacker, the impact threw the dunmer woman a few meters away, so powerful was the impact that it caused the Dragonborn to fall to the ground, barely stopping herself from being knockout. Seriously, which asshole would put such a high-level enemy in the first dungeon?
The creature roared again as Luther continued to bombard it with fire spells, the guardian opened its mouth and the Spellsword realized what he was doing.
"FUS. RO. DA"
'Fuck' was all he could mutter before he was thrown away by the force of the shout, he felt a few of his bones crack under the pressure of the Guardian's Thu'um. The Spellsword groaned in pain as he hit the wall.
The undead then turned its attention towards the still recovering dunmer woman. Luther's gaze rested on the dark elf laying on the ground, the Draugr was about the kill her.
Elenor's head was spinning, the hit she has received was strong, far stronger than she has ever received in her life, the punch alone was enough to kill an untrained elf, now she understood fully what Luther was talking about, the necromancy of the ancient nords was strong.
The dark elf heard a roar, her eyes looked up to see the undead coming her way. She tried, tried to force her body to stand but her mind won't allow it, her head was hit hard and was still recovering.
The Draugr as the Spellsword called it, brought up its axe, aiming for her head, was this how she was going to die? in some ancient ruin in a foreign land, left to be forgotten, leaving only a skeleton for future adventures?
'STAND!' she mentally shouted, her head was still spinning, her vision was a blur 'STAND!' she tried to dodge, to do anything but all she could muster was slightly move her legs.
Elenor looked up, this was how she was going to die, she won't become famous like how her father wished her to be, she won't become an adventure like how her brother wished, she would die as an unnamed assassin. History will remember her only as a foolish tomb robber.
She closed her eyes as the axe grew closer, as she waited for her demise, she felt something.
She wasn't dead... why?
The answer became apparent as she opened her eyes, her gaze met with the back of the Spellsword she recently got to know.
"FUUUCK!" he cursed, his sword was broken, his hand dripping with blood as he held the undead's axe, his hands were freezing under the effects of the weapon's enchantments, at least the one pierced by the Guardian's axe "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to help me" Luther spoke, he was barely holding out against the undead, he was wrestling with the Draugr for the control of the weapon, how he managed to match the undead monster in terms of strength she didn't know.
Was it magic? he can't cast any flesh alteration spell, he had told it himself, that he couldn't cast anything other than basic restoration spells. Was it the excitement of battle? then again he would have fled from the scene with that energy rather than defend her.
Then why was it? why did he choose to stay back? by all logic, he should have fled, he should have left her to die in order to buy time for himself yet here he was, defending her.
"Why?" the word left her mouth, her voice was a quiet murmur. The human, still struggling against the stronger opponent didn't even look back, it appears her voice was lost in the scene.
A sense of warmth coursed through her veins, her mind began to stabilize and the blur images around her were replaced with vivid imagery. Elenor's body was now her own.
Luther pushed back the undead with the last remaining strength, his hands were glowing white, he was casting healing spells both on himself and Elenor "Now that you are better, mind give me a hand here?"
The dark elf nodded, she stood up and jumped forward, with the duo fully healed from their injuries, they went on the offensive against the undead Guardian. The fight lasted what it seems like hours as the two tried everything they could to pass through its armor, their weapons proving ineffective against the powerful overlord. Elenor herself lost both of her daggers and had to resort to using an ancient nordic sword that was laying around the room.
"I think it's slowing down" Elenor heard Luther say as he threw another fire spell at the undead.
The Guardian roared, its whole body was burnt by the constant barrage of fireballs, its armor reduced to a few pieces still attached to it. Elenor dashed forward, her sword slicing through its unprotected stomach, with a swift motion, the blade cut through the stomach, cutting the creature in half.
The Draugr fell to the ground, his body already turning into ash thanks to its long stasis within the sarcophagus, soon its burning blue eyes dimmed out until it was completely doused. The duo breathed a sigh of relief as they saw the undead finally die, the Spellsword sat on the ground, his back against a chest that was filled with valuables.
"That was a hell of a guardian" Elenor heard him say, she gave a mental nod at his words, the undead creature was indeed strong "But don't worry, you will get stronger, soon creatures like these will be a breeze for you"
The dark elf's eyes narrowed 'Where did that come from?' she thought, this human was getting more confusing day by day "I don't need encouragement" she said.
"But you shall receive it nonetheless" Luther chuckled "Anyways, those shouts were too loud, I don't think it is likely but there is a chance that the other Draugrs are awakened by it" he took a stamina potion and chugged it down in one go, he threw another towards Elenor which she caught with ease "I don't know you but I had more than enough fighting for a day"
Elenor nodded and began to gather her sacks filled with treasure, soon both of them were carrying several sacks filled to their brim with valuables, the thought of having to carry all these extra weights all the way through the dungeon caused her a minor headache. With a heavy sigh, she began to make her way towards the gate in which they came inside.
As she was walking towards the gate, she heard Luther's voice "Where are you going?" she looked back only to see him playing with a lever, Elenor's eyes widened as she saw the stones move. With a sudden quake, the stone wall moved, revealing a new passage.
Elenor approached the newly opened passage, she gave a weary look "I think we had our fair share of adventuring for today"
"Don't worry it's not part of the ruin itself" he explained "This path is a shortcut to the exit, most dungeons have something similar, as for why? it's beyond me. As if someone wanted to make our jobs easier by not forcing us to go back through the ruin again" Elenor noted how the human was holding back his laughter, did he tell a joke? was there something funny about their situation?
'He knows quite a lot of things for a Redguard, especially about nordic ruins' the dark elf noted as they were walking through the passage, now that she think about it, her partner was weird, first the dragon, then his knowledge about various things in the world despite his young age, his knowledge about how the ancient nordic contraptions functioned, all in all, he could be considered a promising researcher, yet, he wasn't one, perhaps a future researcher?
That was not the only thing weird about the human accompanying her, don't get her wrong, he is quite intelligent, but he did quite a few dumb things during their short travel that would make a Thamlor look smart. Elenor couldn't describe what exactly but it was as if he was trying to protect her?
The dark elf shook her head, the thought alone was ludicrous enough, I mean protecting others without wanting anything in return? madness, utter madness! people would have laughed at your face for doing something like that in Morrowind. To be fair, Elenor's homeland was a land of treachery and deceit, where the gods that are worshipped are those of betrayal and murder, Luther being from another land, may have given him a different perspective on such actions.
'That still doesn't justify his idiotic demeanor, surely this level of idiocy and unjustified selflessness is also frowned upon within other lands' she concluded 'So what is it?' she recited all the weird things he has done so far. Helping her through the journey without asking anything in return, sharing his supplies and his finds, trying to protect her without showing it, trusting her despite her hostile demeanor in the Inn, and weirdest of them all, him injuring himself while trying to protect her.
Elenor remembered the moment in her mind, he actually wrestled with that creature! the undead that threw her across the room with a slap of its hands, sure it wasn't the most powerful thing in terms of strength but it was certainly one the strongest she has seen and yet, he met the undead head-on in terms of strength! 'How did he do that?' she questioned, that was when a set of memories began to pour inside her mind.
"ATA!" the elven girl shouted "Ata are you alright?" Elenor reached for the bloodied man lying on his knee.
"I'm fine, Elenor" the man coughed, blood dripping from his forehead "Call your Chaaruma"
"Ata, I'm already here" Elenor heard a deep voice from behind. her head turned to see her brother. As soon as she saw him, the girl practically threw herself at him.
"REDI! Ata is injured, please help him" the girl pleaded.
Elenor's brother knelt beside her father as he gently pushed aside his sister, his hand moving over to her Ata's wounds, with shimmering light, the wound began to heal. Elenor sighed in relief as she saw the bleeding stop, her father was going to survive even after going against impossible odds.
Her father sat on the ground as his wounds healed, all around the group was filled with corpses, numbering at least a hundred, most of whom have been taken out by her father, her idiot of a father that has decided to fight them all alone, and now had the guts to smile at his work. Elenor's brow furrowed at the prospect, as soon as her brother left the scene to tend to the others, she slapped her father's head.
"OW! What was that for?" her father said, looking up to meet his daughter's face.
"What was that for? what is this for? do you wish death father?"
"I am not dead am I?" he argued "OW! I am your father brat!" he said as Elenor slapped his head again.
"You won't be if you continue like this!" she gestured towards the corpses "By Azura, wait till mother hears of this" her father's smile suddenly disappeared, his face paling at the thought.
"Now now, let us calm down now, daughter, there is no need to inform my dear wife of such trivial matters" Elenor looked down at her father "Look what I found, girls like these no?" he held out a neckless that shined brightly against the fire's light, the thing looked valuable beyond anything she has seen before, something that only the highest-ranking nobles would wear, by all means, most girls would be happy to be given such a valuable thing but it only made Elenor more furious at her Ata.
The dark elf girl took the neckless, her expression saddened as tears began to flow from her eyes "Idiot! fool!" she threw the neckless on the ground, her father tried to say something but before he could, he met with his daughter's hands locking around his neck, embracing him in a hug.
Keldryn looked dumbfounded as his daughter began to sob in his arms "I don't want this, what use do I have for this if you are not there for me, idiot Ata!" she sobbed.
Slowly, Keldryn pushed his daughter away until they were facing each other "I'm sorry Elenor, I cannot swear something like this will never happen, it will but if it is of any comfort to you then I will try to prevent situations like these to the best of my abilities"
"Why did you do this? why did you have to take them all, all on your own?"
"Had I retreated, these bastards would have attacked you and Redis, I couldn't allow that to happen" Elenor wanted to protest, wanted to say she and her brother could have helped him, that they were strong as well but her father beat her to it "You were already occupied with opponents of your own, asking you two for help would have surely would've caused one of you harm"
"Then what about you? what if you died?" Elenor retorted.
Keldryn chuckled "I won't die so long as I'm protecting you"
"And how can you be so sure of that?"
"Because my daughter, a man will go beyond what he is capable of in order to protect the ones he loves" a warm smile found its way across his face as he wiped Elenor's tears.
Elenor's tears stopped "That doesn't make any sense, you love me and just with that you grew in strength?" she said.
"It doesn't make sense now does it?" he let out a chuckle "Now about your mother, can we keep this a secret?"
Elenor smiled "No"
A warm smile found its way across the dark elf's face as she remembered the time she has spent with her family, although hard, it was the best time of her life.
"A man will go beyond what he is capable of to protect the ones he loves" Elenor muttered the line, her voice was low enough that Luther couldn't hear her 'The ones he loves?' she stopped in her tracks, the gears in her mind began to turn 'Capable of showing strength beyond what is possible' she looked at her companion walking in front of her, he was unaware of Elenor's current state.
"WHAT?!" Elenor couldn't help but say the words out loud, she quickly held her mouth shut.
"Something's wrong?" Luther turned back, for some reason blood began to pump into her head as her face reddened.
"Nothing, Human, focus on leading us out of here" With a shrug, Luther continued to walk through the path, navigating the correct way as he went, Elenor sighed, her gaze was fixated on the human.
Luther has shown great care thus far but did that really mean he loved her? it hasn't been more than a week since they met and most of that time was spent separated from each other, is this what people call "Love at first sight"?
'Wait, stop! you are jumping to conclusions' she stopped her train of thought 'There is still a chance that he has done so out of the goodness of his heart, I am merely a foreigner, it's just that I am not accustomed to their culture' Elenor nodded to herself, that was right, she was mistaken and if not, then only time can tell.
Luther stretched his arms, he was tired, he has been protecting the Dragonborn ever since they began their journey. Sure the Dragonborn was strong due to her protagonist bullshit powers, which Luther definitely wasn't jealous of, but one thing that she lacked was experience, and he can't allow something like that to be her end, her death will most likely result in Skyrim's death.
Luther mentally sighed, he could still feel the pain in his hands, even after healing the pain remained. Even now, he wanted nothing but to strangle the bastard who put a high-level Draugr in a beginner dungeon, that thing's strength was beyond anything he has seen.
The Spellsword's hand went over the potion vials on his hip 'Thanks the gods I didn't sell that strength potion, quite handy that one' he thought, giving himself a mental note to store at least two with himself at all times, despite how useless they were in-game, they were actually quite decent in real life, he was only able to wrestle with the Draugr thanks to that, without it, the undead would have crushed him.
The Spellsword focused his attention on what was in front of him, he could think of this later when he finds a time to properly rest 'A thought for another day I suppose' he muttered as he walked closer to the exit.