[When flames erupt in the near distance, Nigel finds that his assessment could use adjusting. He's neglected the fact of an impressive Dragonborn with an equally impressive repertoire of sparkly things. He has also neglected to take into account his love for flares and explosions, for the living to turn to ash from a single spark.
From his perch, Nigel watches as red and orange flicker and flare in the night as weapons and bodies clash in battle. Then the one he has learned to call Alain Ebon inhales to breathe out flame, words of power coming out in a rush.
dunmer bandits. dunmer bandits everywhere.
From his perch, Nigel watches as red and orange flicker and flare in the night as weapons and bodies clash in battle. Then the one he has learned to call Alain Ebon inhales to breathe out flame, words of power coming out in a rush.
Pretty, Nigel thinks. So very pretty.]