The day only got stranger and stranger as time went on. Not only was Andrel’s savior the last of a long dead race, she was also older then he could possibly imagine. As he limped along (with the aid of both Luna and Willow) he couldn’t help but comment “Even so, you were born before the Dwemer disappeared. Your older then everyone in Skyrim, and yet you look as if you’ve not even aged at all.” It was of course difficult for a human to imagine living that long, considering the short life span of a man. Even so, he was baffled even further by the Elf’s natural beauty, how did it remain after years of harsh life in Skyrim? Even if she did spend her time below the surface, there was still plenty of danger and hardship to be had. Speaking of the underground, Andrel had begun to feel uncomfortable as the walls began to shrink. He didn’t enjoy confined spaces all that much, but he didn’t show any signs of weakness when facing this relatively tame fear. Perhaps it was good to have a fear of the dark depths of the world, for great evil dwelled there. “So, you are able to actually understand some the Dwemer’s technology? Very few smiths can even craft the ingots into armor, let alone figure out how many of these metal beasts work.” In a world so ruled by Gods and magic, it was difficult to see any progress made in the fields of Science. The Dwemer were to act as an example, many believing the Devine’s wiped them out for their heretical beliefs. It wasn’t so crazy to believe this, considering Mehrunes Dagon had attempted to invade the mortal plain during the Oblivion Crisis.<br/><br/>As they continued on, the rocky walls turned to stone and metal, and soon pipes appeared that continued to pump steam deeper into the complex that was seemingly hidden behind a door that lay straight down the hall from the pair. The wolf had seemingly taken the other path, that being the hall directly to the right of Andrel and Luna. Before he could even suggest a direction, again she asked for his name even though he had stated it three twice already. “I believe you may need to work on your memorization skills instead of digging through ruins. I am Andrel of Clan-“ He was cut off when he noticed one of the smaller, spider like machines pop out of a vent in the wall. He acted quickly, pushing Luna away from him and to the ground just before the machine lunged toward him, it’s sharp limbs nearly imbedding themselves in his skin. He held it back, managing to throw it to the ground before drawing his dagger and lunging at the mechanical menace and jamming the blade into the “core” of the creature. After a few spasms, the thing was seemingly dead, and Andrel could focus on the splitting pain that came with the battle. Shrugging it off for the moment, the Nord sat up and managed to lean against one of the stone walls as he rose to his feet. “I’m sorry if I injured you in any way, it was not my intention.” He was kind to her, showing that he didn’t mean to be rough with her. Even in Skyrim, even when he was a Nord, he still showed curiosity to a woman.<br/><br/>“We... we should head inside. Of what you say is true, we should be able to find a safe place to stay for the time being.” That’s what they bothed needed at the moment, these ruins could be more dangerous then any storm or dragon. He motioned for the woman to aid him in walking again, though he didn’t particularly enjoy having to have someone help him walk. It was more an issue of pride then anything else. “I haven’t heard from... from... Willow? Yes, I haven’t heard Willow in awhile. We should go on the way she went, I don’t trust the main entrance.