Jha'kal says: "Thank you, this one was not aware of the danger."

Kha'jal runs up to Ahfrinfeynvokun and yells: "You could have hit this one!"

Falin chuckles, "Peace, friend. My arrow would not have struck you." She stood, turning to them. "We Bosmer are known as skilled archers for a reason."

"Look, we're here. Stock up on supplies. I have upgrading to do." He sat down, cleaning his face. "What could I use for a weapon without my good hand...Of course!"

Ahnaar went into his forge, looking at his collection of his blades. "This one." He strapped a round quillion to his right arm, then he found the lightest blade he could find. He sharpened it and attached it to his arm. "I will use what I have lost against them."

He also upgraded his crossbow, making the arrows explosive.

"One more thing for me. I need one of you firebind my blade."

"Falin?"

"Indeed, well, do you have any cheese?" Jha'kal asks, while she thinks about mice.

"Um... sure."

I take out a wheel of cheese.

(Any weapon can kill them. They're basically Skaven, from Warhammer Fantasy, weak, but really, really powerful in numbers.)

'Falin.' I smile. 'It is good to see you again. But we cannot stay here. Valenwood is far too dangerous.'

I teleport everyone out of Valenwood and into Summerset Isles. 'Villager, you may stay at one of the taverns. We must deal with the problem.'

*By then, Kha'jal and Jha'kal haave caught mice and are eating them.*

"How do we fix the water?"

Falin gave the group a gentle smile. "It's good to see familiar faces after so long." She pulled back the hood of her weathered cloak, revealing the boney horns that had appeared. She looked different since their last meeting, Her scarred right eye was completely black, teeth had become fierce fangs, and nails had hardered to claws. Her smile dissolved into a worried look. "But if you've returned then the situation in Valenwood is more dire than I thought."

"Is flesh eating undead people not bad enough?"

Falin hummed quietly in thought. "Eating the flesh of the dead is not uncommen in Valenwood... Frenzied, meaningless slaughter, leaving the bodies to rot?" She shook her head, "I don't know what to think of it."

"What do we do? They will run all of Nirn soon."

'We must head to Akavir. There lies an artifact, powerful enough to cure anything.' I lift a cloth revealing a decent sized boat. I enchanted Anhaar's blade with Fire. 'You have not been to Akavir . . . I have lived there, centuries ago. You must travel light, armor is fine but you may only bring one weapon. That will be as light as we can get.'