"Death. That is all you can expect in this place. A catacombs in which the living can grow closer to the void to which we journey." The words exited his mouth in much harsher a tone than he had expected; months of incarceration had only been dulled by this new recess he inhabited. All he knew of the place was that those outside its walls feared it more than death itself.

The arrival of the three had brought with it a foul smell, heightened only by the Dragonborns senses. The dwarf carried with him a stench of sweat that the Dragonborn was unaccustomed to, although he could tell a smiths hands from the callous exteriors. Perhaps if this dwarf were as devoted to his craft as Norixius Tarhun, there may be a hope for some form of comradery.

The human would have to be watched, as his tendons twitched with a strength the Dragonborn was all too familiar with. His dirty exterior spoke of extended periods in the woods more than simple acquisition in his transport to this place.

The wood elf offended his mind more than his senses, as the stories of wood elves preceded her, ignorance to his craft and fanatic pursuit of natures survival precluding any possible friendly relations. "Elf, in my past I was a smith. Trees are for burning, creating something stronger and more valuable. I very much wish to sleep without fearing for your wiry hands around my throat, so if this will be a problem I'd rather we conclude our interactions now." The menacing tone of his voice carried with it the experience in battle he had long grown accustomed to.

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