GROMkill
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The dragonborn helps Noriaki rise to his feet, worried for his friend. "Noriaki, what is going on? Do you know the meaning of this violent fit? Has the sword become... tainted?"
He lets the others pull the box out of the shaft, making sure Noriaki is alright. When the box is opened, he stands in silent revelry, joyful he has come across more armor. Removing his mail shirt, some of the rings broken and marred, he replaces it with the new dwarven suit, admiring its fine craftsmanship. The chainmail slips over his padded armor underneath and it feels sturdier, despite no difference in thickness.
"Well... Shall we head back to camp? It's been two days since we've seen our friends. I'd imagine our return will give them much relief. I'm sure somebody there can figure out this calendar-device, as well."
He lets the others pull the box out of the shaft, making sure Noriaki is alright. When the box is opened, he stands in silent revelry, joyful he has come across more armor. Removing his mail shirt, some of the rings broken and marred, he replaces it with the new dwarven suit, admiring its fine craftsmanship. The chainmail slips over his padded armor underneath and it feels sturdier, despite no difference in thickness.
"Well... Shall we head back to camp? It's been two days since we've seen our friends. I'd imagine our return will give them much relief. I'm sure somebody there can figure out this calendar-device, as well."
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