Roland and the Draugr crashed through a wooden cellar door, the two locked in combat. Damn! If he was well rested he could overpower the thing, fueled by dark magics though it was. But as he was at the moment, he could only just roll atop the thing to put its arms in a lock. His masters at the Chapter had taught him unarmed combat, but fighting Draugr were a bit different. They didn't tap out or give up over the pain, and so he had to break the thing's arm. 

With a snap, he dragged the limb off and tossed it aside, He had dropped the Draugr sword, so he felt around on the floor and found a rock, gripping it tightly to bash the Draugr's head in with five hits, each more savage and powerful than the last. He did it until the ethereal blue faded from the abberitions eyes, and the body went limp. His arms felt like lead and his mind swam from the exertion, but he made sure it was done. 

Once the thing died, he fell over. The wails from the other room and within the barracks filled the halls, but he didn't feel like moving much. He almost couldn't for a moment, his body shutting down briefly, with all he could do being clenching his teeth. But he knew he needed to move, and with a grunting will he stood up. At first he felt he would fall over, but he caught himself. Blue eyes floated in the darkness just beyond his vision. 

He realized that he hadn't heard Iseldis in awhile. He knew that wherever she was, she wasn't close. Had she left him? No, she wasn't the type of person to do that. He trusted her, and not for the first time did he wonder why that came so easily to him. He knew she wasn't killed either, somehow... 

Pushing off the broken door, or what was left of it, he stumbled further into the chamber he was in to find a broken sarcophagus. At first he flinched, thinking it was merely another Draugr place of rest. He blinked, hacking up dust. But gradually, he realized from a small light streaming above that it wasn't. There was a skeleton within, but he sensed no malign influence in it. Instead, squinting as the small light seemed so bright to his night vision, he approached and realized he found something. Something that called to him. 

A sword. A blade with twin lions carved into the hilt, and a pale moon-lit glow that permeated the steel. 
[@Luminosity]