Marven had also taken out a Torch of his own, since He never usually travelled anywhere without one, Holding the Source of light in his right hand, while he held his Steel Blade in his left, since his left hand was his sword-arm.<br/><br/>He rested back against a wall as he waited for Ilya to figure out what he was doing. He watched the Argonian curiously, still not exactly as trusting with him as he had become with the other two as he kept his glare on him.<br/>"...So, you said Dwemer Ruin's...do you know exactly what could be down there? As in are the Dwemer's contraption's still active down here?...and what of the possibility of Falmer? They aren't exactly a pleasant creature to run into on your travel's, but their Charus Pets? By Ysmir those thing's disgust me..." Marven shuddered slightly, shaking his head at the thought of the vile creature's.