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Thienlin moved from shadow to shadow, her senses constantly tuning for the sound of enemies. And these ancient Dwemer halls were filled with them. She had come across many Dwemer constructs of cogs and wheels, but they had been the least of her problems. As she crept deeper into the earth she had come face to face with dozens of Felmer. Vicious little creatures, twisted from mellenia of torture by the Dwemer the once Snow Elves had become evil and aggressive. Although the Felmer were blind they had been the most challenging for her and appeared out of the darkness like shadows on dark nights.
But Thienlin was determined to accomplish the quest and she had promised to her friend that the sword would be found and returned.
She eventually made it past the Felmer and slowly crept into a small hall with great steam pipes running across the walls and ceiling. The decay of time had broken many of the vents and the room was filled with a cloud of steam.
Cautiously she moved through the stifling cloud, her deep blue eyes scanning for any threats. The glint of metal caught her eye and a smile came to her face as she saw Grimsever lying on the ground ahead of her.
As she moved towards the lost sword the steam seemed to part as a great metal arm swung for her head.
Theinlin dived into a roll, the arm of the Dwemer centurion narrowly missing her skull. The bandits, Dwemer sentries, and Felmer seemed to pale to insignificance as she looked upon the eight foot machine.
Theinlin drew her sword with determination, she had not come all this way to fail now.