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It was a simple enough task; 'head to this tomb and retrieve some horn of some guy, and bring it back to the grey beards.'
But as Thienlin found out, even the simplest of tasks can turn into a cacophony of disaster.
She had found the tomb easily enough and the necromancers and undead were simple enough to destroy. her adventure was going quite smoothly, she past the traps with ease and those giant spiders were dispatched with a blast of fire from her hand.
But then it all went wrong.
Thienlin was humming the tune of 'Regnar the Red' as she moved through the door to the last room. It was dark in here and only a single dim candle burned upon an alter at the far end. A deep rumble sounded as she walked along a path girt by water. Great pillars erupted out of the cold dark pools and towered over her, imbued with an aura of unease. But the silent guardians were the least of her worries, for as she cautiously approached the alter no Horn could she see.
Thienlin silently cursed her change in luck, and with a sigh she approached the alter to see a letter addressed to her ling on the stone.
Curiously Thienlin read the note and a smile came to her face as she left the tomb and departed in the direction of Riverwood.