Falin growled, scanning the area ahead with the help of the spectral fox. "I'm not seeing any Deathlords yet, thank Y'ffre. But there's still far more Draugr than I'd like."

Makor gets up "So hard to breathe in here."

"We can...take them, right?" 

"Draugr should be no problem."

"Maybe," Falin muttered, trying to hold back coughs. "We'll have to be careful. Can't afford another earthquake."

She then taps a message of farewell, before sprinting off to find the others, quickly catching up to them.

"Sorry about that."

"Let's get out of here." Makor groans.

Falin nodded, coughing hard.

She nods, taking the lead as she knows these tunnels like the back of her hand. She also puts down a nearby resting draugr with a dagger to the forehead before it can rise up, repeating the process a few more times before heading down a tunnel to the left at a crouch, bow at the ready with assassin's arrows. (( IMagine a nearly needle-thin arrowhead, tipped with poison and being nearly completely silent to all manner of creature. ))

"Follow me, be quite-like." She calls back to the others in a whisper.

"Well, then," said Titan, opening a dragonscale pouch of acid from an acid-spitter, and pour it on the rocks. The acid completely melts the rocks, and I step inside, avoiding the acid. I turn into a dog, and run to you. I bark quietly as I get closer, and I change back.

"Sorry I took so long, but I forgot the zombie acid when I originally tried to get you out. The exit is safe, just avoid the grayish-green puddles on the way out.," said Titan.

(reviving thread)