Gary
*Nodding to Ervana, Nothwulf proceeded to open the stone chest, the cover raising and moving away in two parts, revealing the contents. He plunged his hands inside, producing at first a solid ingot of Dwarven metal, then followed by a handful of small gemstones. Three in total, consisting of two rough looking rubies and a rather well carved emerald*

"A decent find, some gemstones and metal... Hang on a moment, what is this?"

*Lastly, Nothwulf produced something strange. A fist-sized contraption of Dwemer metal surrounding a central ball of metal, a few holes in which showed an interior red glow. The knight looked over to Feldros with the object in hand, and to those who knew of the Dwemer machines, it was a dynamo core. Intact at that.*
Gregory
*Ervana sifts through the remains of the chest. She pockets ha few handfuls of lockpicks and a couple healing and stamina potions. Ash she roots she moves random armor and useless junk until a weapon catches her eye, a dwarven sword.*

"I should probably take this. My dagger is completely useless in battle and my arrows only bounce off of those metal contraptions."
Dalene
"If it's a sword it'll bounce off, too." He says with a chuckle, "Blunt weapons are what you'll want, somethin that can crush or pierce through the metal." He hums to himself for a moment, "If I had a forge I could make you some piercing arrows. Thinner head makes for more velocity, that equals more penetration."
Gary
"Want to take a look at this thing, Feldros? I'm no expert with Dwemer machinery, so I figure you'd be more interested in this... A dynamo core if I'm not mistaken."

*Nothwulf walked over to Feldros, offering the dynamo core in his hand to him. It audibly hummed a bit, even spinning around inside the frame despite the knight doing nothing to influence it.*

"On the subject of smithing, I am fortunate to know a quartermaster. Quite skilled at what they do, and they've done a lot of hard work supplying me and my brothers in arms. Are you at all familiar with my order, Feldros?"
Gregory
"You seem to know a good bit about weaponry!" *Ervana drags the sword out of the chest. How big were the dwarves? For a sword this is huge!*

"I'm sorry, realized that I have not fully introduced myself." *She drops the sword at her feet and extends her hand.* "I am Ervana Hideshiled. I wonder throughout Skyrim. Usually I'm not this social, but you two did just save my life, and I'm grateful for that! May the Nine bless the paths you walk on and protect you in future battles!"
Dalene
"I am Feldros." He says, with a slight bow, "Feldros gro-Redoran. I'm relatively new to Skyrim." He moves forward to inspect the dynamo core, he mumbles to himself, "*Good quality... Definitely could be useful.*" He speaks up, "Good find, Knight. I'm vaguely aware of your order, I believe you're the ones who follow Reymon Ebonarm." He chuckles when Ervana mentions the *Nine*, "There's a controversial topic, the *Nine*. I do not follow any of them, though."
Gary
"I am Nothwulf Heavy-Hand, knight of Ebonarm. Well met, kinswoman. Now then, I'm glad you could make use of this piece of machinery, Feldros. And indeed, myself and my brothers and sisters in arms owe allegiance to Reymon Ebonarm, the god of war, but personally I still give prayer to Kyne as is due and... Ah. The Nine Divines. A touchy subject these days. I see why Talos is venerated, but it is not my place to get involved. My loyalty lies to defending Skyrim from itself, and to Ebonarm. If the Order is to fight for a cause in the war, I shall decide then, but I simply wish for the fighting to end so we may mend our wounds. Gods know we have worse foes on the horizon."

*Nothwulf once more took off his helm, revealing his features once more to Ervana. A fair skinned man with blonde hair and blue eyes, pulled back long with a thick beard, and a scar or two over his otherwise healthy face. Quite tall and strong of build, even taking the armor into account, further shown by his earlier feats of might.*
Gregory
*Ervana takes a step back, feeling slightly intimidated by the fellow Nord.* "I-I see. I don't follow much of the war or the controversy of worship. I practically grew up alone, everything I know I taught myself."

*A flash of deep grief and sadness comes to her eyes. She shakes the thoughts from her head and continues on.* "So, what is the plan? I hate these ruins, danger and confusion resides in these walls."
Dalene
"Really I only came here to mine." He says, "Nothing is quite so easy, is it." He moves to inspect the door, listening to the distant sounds of machinery, almost as if he were communing with them, "There's more Animunculi within, I hear combat... Possibly the Falmer you were mentioning, or something else, hard to tell."