A good thing my weapon has a disguise. In case this was a trap, at least we'd have some sort of advantage. "He speaks the truth." I told the Wood Elf, hoping to vouch for Night Steel. "This Elf and I were rescued from Rock Creatures which dwell in the catacombs beneath the human city of Yarfell. She was injured during the battle, but she lives nonetheless." Please let him believe my story.
