Post by leeobsession on Dec 23, 2006 17:02:47 GMT -5
Hurst wasn’t surprised to be in jail. He had done a lot of stupid things throughout his life.
This jail however, wasn’t any jail.
This was the Cyrodiil Prison and criminals like Jagar Tharn had gone here.
“Let me out!” He cried out, desperate. He used a filthy mug to rattle over the jail bars.
“Shut up you fool!” The Dunmer snarled. He was sat in the cell across theirs.
Hurst wasn’t alone in his cell; in fact, he was accompanied by a Khajiit. Well, Khajiit…Hurst thought.
She did have the typical feline race’s traits, she even coughed hair balls up but she walked upright like a human. Her face was more human too.
Despite he was used to it by now, they had not spoken once with each other. The only exchange of words had been when he had angered her again which earned him a nasty scratch from her sharp claws.
She just sat there. She just had to be insane!
He couldn’t tell whether she was awake or asleep because her eyes were covered with a bandage. Yet, she seemed utterly aware of her surroundings.
“Am I talking too fast you idiot?” The Dunmer, by the name of Valen Dreth, sneered.
“No, I don’t speak Bloody-Moronic.” He gurgled and spat a thick glob of spit and snot in Dreth’s face who swore Oblivion and Tamriel together.
Satisfied, Hurst retreated to the back of the cell. It was a damp and dirty place. The bones of Men and Mer lay scattered on the floor. He had pushed it into one corner so he could use it as a bed. All he had was his tattered old cape to prevent him from getting sick.
There was a bed but the Khajiit Half-Breed always slept there.
He noticed the movement of the cat-like ears atop her head. She had heard something.
The tip of her tail swished and flicked like a whip from side to side and Hurst had the strange feeling that something was going to happen.
“You hear that? The guards are coming, for you!” Hurst ignored the crazy Dunmer and tried to peek past the bars to see what was going on.
“Baurus, lock that door behind us,” said a female voice.
“Yes sir,” said a young man’s voice that did as he was told from the sound of it.
“My sons, they’re dead aren’t they?” said another man, by the sound one of old age.
“We don’t know sir; the courier only said they were attacked,” said the same woman again.
Hurst heard them descend the staircase. What in the Nine is going on here?
“No they’re dead, I know it.” The older man sounded sad.
He stepped back when they halted in front of their cell. The old man was the one that stood out, clad in fine robes. He had shoulder length grey hair and blue eyes. Hurst looked away because the man seemed to know all by just a glance.
The other three were clad in armor. One was a woman, a Breton perhaps. The other two were Redguards, also clad in the same armor as the woman.
He had never seen it before, it looked so…arcane.
“Baurus, what are these prisoners doing here?” Asked the woman, “this cell is supposed to be off-limits!”
“A usual mix-up with the watch I-,” replied the younger Redguard.
“Never mind, get that gate open,” said the woman.
“Yes ma’am,” the Redguard looked at Hurst, “step back.”
Once Hurst had stepped back, the door was unlocked and the four people entered.
The woman frowned when she saw the Khajiit Half-Breed, “what’s she doing here?”
“She’s blind. I think, she-,”
“Just get her away from there,” Hurst obeyed despite confused. The woman seemed to look for something on the wall.
“You…I’ve seen you.” The Khajiit’s face snapped into the older man’s direction.
Wasn’t she blind? Hurst thought.
The older man stepped closer to her, “let me see your face.”
The man studied her more closely, paling visibly but the Khajiit didn’t seem to be bothered, still focused on her surroundings.
“Yes, you are the one I have seen my dreams,” the older man continued, “then stars were right and this is the day. Gods give me strength.”
“Who are you?” Hurst asked.
The older man smiled, “I am your emperor, Uriel Septim.”
“What are you doing here?”
“My sons were attacked and I am next, my Blades are trying to get me to safety and by chance, the escape route is through your cell.”
“Bu-,”
The Khajiit Half-Breed suddenly growled, “I hear your enemies.”
“Then we must hurry.” The woman pressed one of the stones near the Khajiit’s bed. To Hurst’s utter surprise, the wall sank through the floor and it revealed a passage. “Baurus, lock the cell door behind us. We don’t know if we can open this passage from the other side.”
The youngest Redguard, Baurus, did as he was told.
“What about us?” Hurst asked.
“You can come along,” said the Emperor, “it after all was written in the stars.”
“What do you me-,”
The Half Breed’s furry hand covered Hurst’s mouth.
“Just stay out of our way,” the older Redguard warned. He pointed the tip of his katana at the Khajiit’s throat, “or I’ll deal with you personally.”
Hurst glared at him, “point that blade at someone else, Scuttlehead.”
“Put that sword away Glenroy. We have nothing to fear,” said Uriel, “let’s go. We cannot waste the precious little time that we have.”
Glenroy, the older Redguard, did as he was told and lead the five down the passage. The Khajiit held one of her claws against the walls for support and guidance. The passage was rough debris, cut out by human hand or magic but at the end it appeared to be a catacomb of some sort.
It was dark, damp and the smell was terrible.
“What are these Blades?” Hurst asked as they walked down a stone staircase, most of the steps broken. “What’s going on?”
“We are the Blades, the Emperor’s bodyguards. Right now we, meaning me, Glenroy and Captain Renault, have to ensure that the assassin’s won’t get their filthy hands on him.”
Hurst’s eyes widened, “you mean assassins from the Dark Brotherhood?” He had heard of these people. You were better off dead if they were after you.
“No,” Baurus replied as he pushed some cobwebs out of his way. “But it doesn’t take away the danger he’s in.”
“Here they come again!” Glenroy cried out. He charged at the men with his Katana at the ready to strike them down. These men were clad in red robes or strange black and red armor, yet not Daedric. It as obvious they were intent to kill the emperor but Baurus, Glenroy and Captain Renault were trained to protect the emperor no matter what.
They fought with expertise, their moves swift but effective as they brought down three of them but some broke through as one of them roughly threw Captain Renault aside, muttering something in a strange language.
Hurst grabbed the bone of a nearby skeleton and used it as a sword to fight against the assailants that broke through.
He tried to prevail but some got past him and they sped towards the Khajiit Half-Breed and Emperor, only the latter armed with a silver short sword. Before they were even near the ruler of Tamriel, she leapt and kicked one of the assailants in the face. She used the surprise of the assassins to her advantage and dealt with them through the use of an amazing hand-to-hand combat style he had never seen before.
A man cried out with agony as her claws tore out an assassin’s eyes. “My eyes, I’m blind!”
She slashed his throat with her claws and turned to the other men but they were with too many. Luckily, Baurus, Glenroy and Hurst shot to her aid while she tended to her wounds.
“Are you all right?” Uriel sheathed his sword.
“Thank you; I am,” Hurst replied, “what about you Your Highness?”
The Emperor ignored him and turned to the woman, “and you?”
The Khajiit ignored them, muttering something in a strange language. To their surprise a glow emitted from her hand and the minor injuries she’d suffered were healed.
Baurus and Glenroy joined them after checking on more possible foes, sheathing their swords.
Glenroy wiped the sweat from his forehead, “how could they wait on us here?”
“I don’t know but we must move on before more of them will come,” said Baurus. “Are you ready to continue Sire?”
“I am fine, thank you, where is Captain Renault?”
They went down the stairs where Renault fought before she was shoved out of the way.
Glenroy bent down, checking her pulse. “I’m sorry Sire, she’s dead.” He was saddened like the others but kept his composure.
Baurus wiped a tear away, “we have to continue.”
“What about us?” Hurst didn’t like to be left alone with the Khajiit, “can we join you further?”
“No, you can’t,” said Glenroy. “Stay here.”
“But-,”
“There is much danger ahead. Stay here and do not fret. I have the feeling we will meet again.”
Hurst was utterly stumped and let the emperor follow the two remaining Blades through the door that Glenroy had unlocked.
A silence followed as he was left alone with the Half-Breed. Again she was trying to detect any sound, the tip of her tail flicking like a whip.
He started to search the bodies in the hope to find something of use to escape. All he found were some potions and Renault’s sword.
It had to be worth a fortune!
He studied his features in the blade’s reflection. His brown hair was a greasy mess, his face was unshaven and he had bags under his blue eyes. The blade had to be razor sharp but what intrigued him the most was the hilt. A leather strap was wrapped around it but he could see the relief of a dragon encircling it.
He looked up when the Khajiit cried out. She was rubbing her foot with a pained look on her face.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Instead of robbing the dead, you could help me out,” she growled. “Hear this?” She knocked on the most right of the wall, near the stairs and then to the far left of the wall.
“It’s hollow to the le-,” something dawned upon him. “If you think that you and I are able to tear down a con-,”
“We are, just listen-,”
“Listen here fur ball. You tore my cheek to shreds while we were stuck for three days and now you dare to order me around like some mangy dog? Well guess what. It’s not happening!”
“I’m sorry,” Hurst smiled, “that an incredible moron like you ever crossed my path!”
“Hey!”
She snorted, “Just help me already.”
“Not until you tell me your name.”
“Why should I? I don’t even know yours and why should we know each other. We’ll part once out of this mess.”
“I don’t care, as long as I’m out this Nine-forsaken jail.”
“Whip-Tail,” she suddenly said.
“What?”
“My name, it’s Whip-Tail.”
“I’m Hurst.”
“Now help me. I think I can weaken the wall a little.”
Hurst looked confused, “how?”
“I am a scholar of Mysticism.”
“And why didn’t you tell me before? We could’ve escaped!”
“It takes a Master to manipulate something small. I have already found the weakness in the wall, all you have to do is throw yourself against it and it will crash.”
“And you think I’m going to-?”
She smirked, “unless you wish to stay here I’m sure you will.”
Of course he didn’t want to! If the guards found their cell empty and saw that passage…
He sighed, “All right then.”
Whip-Tail aimed her hand at the wall and muttered something in that strange language again. She then nodded at the wall as a gesture for Hurst to do his part.
He bolted to the wall and threw himself against it, his shoulder first and he crashed through the wall.
He groaned, clutching his hurt shoulder and swore, “couldn’t you have used some damn wish-wash of yours to take the wall with one spell?!”
“It worked now didn’t it?” Whip-Tail gripped the wall and stepped over the debris, “I have to save as much Magicka as I can. We don’t know what we may encounter here.” She held the sleeve of her tattered robes over her nose and mouth.
No one had been here for ages, no wonder because the smell was horrid.
Hurst silently cursed the Nine for putting him through this. He looked around and saw this once was a catacomb but that landslides and roots of plants had ruined the place.
Three skeletons rested against the far wall, one of them lay slumped over a chest. Hurst shoved the corpse away and opened the chest.
His eyes widened with greed when he saw the small fortune of gold in the chest. He pocketed it before taking the old worn leather cuirass and mace from one of the corpses.
Where did that cat woman go? There she-, what in the Nine is she doing?!
She sat in front of the door and it seemed she was picking the lock.
“You had a lock-, Are you picking the lock with one of your nails?!”
“Silence,” she snapped, “I am trying to concentrate.”
“It’s not going to-,” he couldn’t believe his ears when he heard the lock click, indicating it was unlocked.
They continued their way and he noticed she was much more aware of her surroundings then he thought. He often had to guide her to prevent her from triggering a trap or not trip over debris though.
He stopped her at the end of a path which revealed an open place. Amidst there was a fire, surrounding by goblins.
“Mmm…Rat meat,” to his disgust, the Half-Breed licked her lips, “there are three, no, four Goblins.”
Hurst gave her an odd look, “how did you know?”
“Don’t ask if you’ll not understand the answer.”
The goblins parted and Hurst noticed that one of them was a goblin shaman, the other berserkers.
One tended to the rats, the shaman and another guarded the door on the other side while the last came their way. From the looks of it, the goblin was drunk.
Whip-Tail protested when Hurst told her to stay back but he shushed her. When the Goblin was near enough, he used the hilt of Renault’s katana to knock the beast unconscious.
He grinned, “Next.”
They snuck behind a rock so they were near the goblin that tended to the rats. Hurst pondered on what to do as his stealth skills were lacking.
Whip-Tail grabbed a rock and chucked it at the goblin before he could stop her. The other two goblins laughed at the lone goblin that hurt his head.
He charged at them with bared teeth, killing the berserker before the witch decided to end it with a single spell. Hurst decided he had to attack now and killed the witch with the sword.
When he returned, he again was surprised. Whip-Tail had slung the goblin’s bow over her shoulder and had tied the arrow container to her hip.
“What do you plan to do with that?”
“Do I need to repeat what I said earlier? Don’t ask questions if you’ll never understand its answer.”
Hurst shook his head. She most definitely was insane.
What did you think? I know, I'm horrid when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I ran it through with the spell/grammar check.
This jail however, wasn’t any jail.
This was the Cyrodiil Prison and criminals like Jagar Tharn had gone here.
“Let me out!” He cried out, desperate. He used a filthy mug to rattle over the jail bars.
“Shut up you fool!” The Dunmer snarled. He was sat in the cell across theirs.
Hurst wasn’t alone in his cell; in fact, he was accompanied by a Khajiit. Well, Khajiit…Hurst thought.
She did have the typical feline race’s traits, she even coughed hair balls up but she walked upright like a human. Her face was more human too.
Despite he was used to it by now, they had not spoken once with each other. The only exchange of words had been when he had angered her again which earned him a nasty scratch from her sharp claws.
She just sat there. She just had to be insane!
He couldn’t tell whether she was awake or asleep because her eyes were covered with a bandage. Yet, she seemed utterly aware of her surroundings.
“Am I talking too fast you idiot?” The Dunmer, by the name of Valen Dreth, sneered.
“No, I don’t speak Bloody-Moronic.” He gurgled and spat a thick glob of spit and snot in Dreth’s face who swore Oblivion and Tamriel together.
Satisfied, Hurst retreated to the back of the cell. It was a damp and dirty place. The bones of Men and Mer lay scattered on the floor. He had pushed it into one corner so he could use it as a bed. All he had was his tattered old cape to prevent him from getting sick.
There was a bed but the Khajiit Half-Breed always slept there.
He noticed the movement of the cat-like ears atop her head. She had heard something.
The tip of her tail swished and flicked like a whip from side to side and Hurst had the strange feeling that something was going to happen.
“You hear that? The guards are coming, for you!” Hurst ignored the crazy Dunmer and tried to peek past the bars to see what was going on.
“Baurus, lock that door behind us,” said a female voice.
“Yes sir,” said a young man’s voice that did as he was told from the sound of it.
“My sons, they’re dead aren’t they?” said another man, by the sound one of old age.
“We don’t know sir; the courier only said they were attacked,” said the same woman again.
Hurst heard them descend the staircase. What in the Nine is going on here?
“No they’re dead, I know it.” The older man sounded sad.
He stepped back when they halted in front of their cell. The old man was the one that stood out, clad in fine robes. He had shoulder length grey hair and blue eyes. Hurst looked away because the man seemed to know all by just a glance.
The other three were clad in armor. One was a woman, a Breton perhaps. The other two were Redguards, also clad in the same armor as the woman.
He had never seen it before, it looked so…arcane.
“Baurus, what are these prisoners doing here?” Asked the woman, “this cell is supposed to be off-limits!”
“A usual mix-up with the watch I-,” replied the younger Redguard.
“Never mind, get that gate open,” said the woman.
“Yes ma’am,” the Redguard looked at Hurst, “step back.”
Once Hurst had stepped back, the door was unlocked and the four people entered.
The woman frowned when she saw the Khajiit Half-Breed, “what’s she doing here?”
“She’s blind. I think, she-,”
“Just get her away from there,” Hurst obeyed despite confused. The woman seemed to look for something on the wall.
“You…I’ve seen you.” The Khajiit’s face snapped into the older man’s direction.
Wasn’t she blind? Hurst thought.
The older man stepped closer to her, “let me see your face.”
The man studied her more closely, paling visibly but the Khajiit didn’t seem to be bothered, still focused on her surroundings.
“Yes, you are the one I have seen my dreams,” the older man continued, “then stars were right and this is the day. Gods give me strength.”
“Who are you?” Hurst asked.
The older man smiled, “I am your emperor, Uriel Septim.”
“What are you doing here?”
“My sons were attacked and I am next, my Blades are trying to get me to safety and by chance, the escape route is through your cell.”
“Bu-,”
The Khajiit Half-Breed suddenly growled, “I hear your enemies.”
“Then we must hurry.” The woman pressed one of the stones near the Khajiit’s bed. To Hurst’s utter surprise, the wall sank through the floor and it revealed a passage. “Baurus, lock the cell door behind us. We don’t know if we can open this passage from the other side.”
The youngest Redguard, Baurus, did as he was told.
“What about us?” Hurst asked.
“You can come along,” said the Emperor, “it after all was written in the stars.”
“What do you me-,”
The Half Breed’s furry hand covered Hurst’s mouth.
“Just stay out of our way,” the older Redguard warned. He pointed the tip of his katana at the Khajiit’s throat, “or I’ll deal with you personally.”
Hurst glared at him, “point that blade at someone else, Scuttlehead.”
“Put that sword away Glenroy. We have nothing to fear,” said Uriel, “let’s go. We cannot waste the precious little time that we have.”
Glenroy, the older Redguard, did as he was told and lead the five down the passage. The Khajiit held one of her claws against the walls for support and guidance. The passage was rough debris, cut out by human hand or magic but at the end it appeared to be a catacomb of some sort.
It was dark, damp and the smell was terrible.
“What are these Blades?” Hurst asked as they walked down a stone staircase, most of the steps broken. “What’s going on?”
“We are the Blades, the Emperor’s bodyguards. Right now we, meaning me, Glenroy and Captain Renault, have to ensure that the assassin’s won’t get their filthy hands on him.”
Hurst’s eyes widened, “you mean assassins from the Dark Brotherhood?” He had heard of these people. You were better off dead if they were after you.
“No,” Baurus replied as he pushed some cobwebs out of his way. “But it doesn’t take away the danger he’s in.”
“Here they come again!” Glenroy cried out. He charged at the men with his Katana at the ready to strike them down. These men were clad in red robes or strange black and red armor, yet not Daedric. It as obvious they were intent to kill the emperor but Baurus, Glenroy and Captain Renault were trained to protect the emperor no matter what.
They fought with expertise, their moves swift but effective as they brought down three of them but some broke through as one of them roughly threw Captain Renault aside, muttering something in a strange language.
Hurst grabbed the bone of a nearby skeleton and used it as a sword to fight against the assailants that broke through.
He tried to prevail but some got past him and they sped towards the Khajiit Half-Breed and Emperor, only the latter armed with a silver short sword. Before they were even near the ruler of Tamriel, she leapt and kicked one of the assailants in the face. She used the surprise of the assassins to her advantage and dealt with them through the use of an amazing hand-to-hand combat style he had never seen before.
A man cried out with agony as her claws tore out an assassin’s eyes. “My eyes, I’m blind!”
She slashed his throat with her claws and turned to the other men but they were with too many. Luckily, Baurus, Glenroy and Hurst shot to her aid while she tended to her wounds.
“Are you all right?” Uriel sheathed his sword.
“Thank you; I am,” Hurst replied, “what about you Your Highness?”
The Emperor ignored him and turned to the woman, “and you?”
The Khajiit ignored them, muttering something in a strange language. To their surprise a glow emitted from her hand and the minor injuries she’d suffered were healed.
Baurus and Glenroy joined them after checking on more possible foes, sheathing their swords.
Glenroy wiped the sweat from his forehead, “how could they wait on us here?”
“I don’t know but we must move on before more of them will come,” said Baurus. “Are you ready to continue Sire?”
“I am fine, thank you, where is Captain Renault?”
They went down the stairs where Renault fought before she was shoved out of the way.
Glenroy bent down, checking her pulse. “I’m sorry Sire, she’s dead.” He was saddened like the others but kept his composure.
Baurus wiped a tear away, “we have to continue.”
“What about us?” Hurst didn’t like to be left alone with the Khajiit, “can we join you further?”
“No, you can’t,” said Glenroy. “Stay here.”
“But-,”
“There is much danger ahead. Stay here and do not fret. I have the feeling we will meet again.”
Hurst was utterly stumped and let the emperor follow the two remaining Blades through the door that Glenroy had unlocked.
A silence followed as he was left alone with the Half-Breed. Again she was trying to detect any sound, the tip of her tail flicking like a whip.
He started to search the bodies in the hope to find something of use to escape. All he found were some potions and Renault’s sword.
It had to be worth a fortune!
He studied his features in the blade’s reflection. His brown hair was a greasy mess, his face was unshaven and he had bags under his blue eyes. The blade had to be razor sharp but what intrigued him the most was the hilt. A leather strap was wrapped around it but he could see the relief of a dragon encircling it.
He looked up when the Khajiit cried out. She was rubbing her foot with a pained look on her face.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Instead of robbing the dead, you could help me out,” she growled. “Hear this?” She knocked on the most right of the wall, near the stairs and then to the far left of the wall.
“It’s hollow to the le-,” something dawned upon him. “If you think that you and I are able to tear down a con-,”
“We are, just listen-,”
“Listen here fur ball. You tore my cheek to shreds while we were stuck for three days and now you dare to order me around like some mangy dog? Well guess what. It’s not happening!”
“I’m sorry,” Hurst smiled, “that an incredible moron like you ever crossed my path!”
“Hey!”
She snorted, “Just help me already.”
“Not until you tell me your name.”
“Why should I? I don’t even know yours and why should we know each other. We’ll part once out of this mess.”
“I don’t care, as long as I’m out this Nine-forsaken jail.”
“Whip-Tail,” she suddenly said.
“What?”
“My name, it’s Whip-Tail.”
“I’m Hurst.”
“Now help me. I think I can weaken the wall a little.”
Hurst looked confused, “how?”
“I am a scholar of Mysticism.”
“And why didn’t you tell me before? We could’ve escaped!”
“It takes a Master to manipulate something small. I have already found the weakness in the wall, all you have to do is throw yourself against it and it will crash.”
“And you think I’m going to-?”
She smirked, “unless you wish to stay here I’m sure you will.”
Of course he didn’t want to! If the guards found their cell empty and saw that passage…
He sighed, “All right then.”
Whip-Tail aimed her hand at the wall and muttered something in that strange language again. She then nodded at the wall as a gesture for Hurst to do his part.
He bolted to the wall and threw himself against it, his shoulder first and he crashed through the wall.
He groaned, clutching his hurt shoulder and swore, “couldn’t you have used some damn wish-wash of yours to take the wall with one spell?!”
“It worked now didn’t it?” Whip-Tail gripped the wall and stepped over the debris, “I have to save as much Magicka as I can. We don’t know what we may encounter here.” She held the sleeve of her tattered robes over her nose and mouth.
No one had been here for ages, no wonder because the smell was horrid.
Hurst silently cursed the Nine for putting him through this. He looked around and saw this once was a catacomb but that landslides and roots of plants had ruined the place.
Three skeletons rested against the far wall, one of them lay slumped over a chest. Hurst shoved the corpse away and opened the chest.
His eyes widened with greed when he saw the small fortune of gold in the chest. He pocketed it before taking the old worn leather cuirass and mace from one of the corpses.
Where did that cat woman go? There she-, what in the Nine is she doing?!
She sat in front of the door and it seemed she was picking the lock.
“You had a lock-, Are you picking the lock with one of your nails?!”
“Silence,” she snapped, “I am trying to concentrate.”
“It’s not going to-,” he couldn’t believe his ears when he heard the lock click, indicating it was unlocked.
They continued their way and he noticed she was much more aware of her surroundings then he thought. He often had to guide her to prevent her from triggering a trap or not trip over debris though.
He stopped her at the end of a path which revealed an open place. Amidst there was a fire, surrounding by goblins.
“Mmm…Rat meat,” to his disgust, the Half-Breed licked her lips, “there are three, no, four Goblins.”
Hurst gave her an odd look, “how did you know?”
“Don’t ask if you’ll not understand the answer.”
The goblins parted and Hurst noticed that one of them was a goblin shaman, the other berserkers.
One tended to the rats, the shaman and another guarded the door on the other side while the last came their way. From the looks of it, the goblin was drunk.
Whip-Tail protested when Hurst told her to stay back but he shushed her. When the Goblin was near enough, he used the hilt of Renault’s katana to knock the beast unconscious.
He grinned, “Next.”
They snuck behind a rock so they were near the goblin that tended to the rats. Hurst pondered on what to do as his stealth skills were lacking.
Whip-Tail grabbed a rock and chucked it at the goblin before he could stop her. The other two goblins laughed at the lone goblin that hurt his head.
He charged at them with bared teeth, killing the berserker before the witch decided to end it with a single spell. Hurst decided he had to attack now and killed the witch with the sword.
When he returned, he again was surprised. Whip-Tail had slung the goblin’s bow over her shoulder and had tied the arrow container to her hip.
“What do you plan to do with that?”
“Do I need to repeat what I said earlier? Don’t ask questions if you’ll never understand its answer.”
Hurst shook his head. She most definitely was insane.
What did you think? I know, I'm horrid when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I ran it through with the spell/grammar check.
One thing I didn't like about the tutorial dungeon is how it alternated between fast-paced and a slower walk through those stupid caves, so it's nice to see you fixed that. 
