Night One: Galas Agea

The money I made from my daily gatherings isn’t enough to buy anything so I’ll be heading into the ruins with just my dagger and no armour. dangerous, but I need to see what’s in there. I pass by the stones on the way there and recieve their blessings, which happens to be a bound daedric bow…with no arrows. Just at the perfect time, as a wolf snuck up behind me and gave chase. I make it to the ruins just as the curse wears off and have my moonlit duel with the beast. Victorious, I move onwards to mystery…
I turn the corner and…necromancers, great, just what I need. Handily there are some giant trap mechanisms between them and me, and their attempts at murder are futile. What were these amateurs thinking when they set up their camp in here? I strip down one of the unfortunate assassins and wear their robes in an attempt to fit in:
It doesn’t work. I think I’ll be making more money from the weapons haul I’m bringing back than from any ancient artifacts, not really how I envisioned this job when I took it. I delve deeper into the crypt and discover what I really wanted, however it’s slightly out of reach, on top of a shelf several metres above me with no way up, brilliant.
That seems to be all there is to Garlas Agea, a rather uninteresting place in terms of rare antiquities thankfully made up for by the leftovers from the necromancers. I might be able to afford some better protection for next time after this, I did manage to acquire a full set of novice alchemical equipment while there, very useful. It’s four in the morning by the time I get out, back to town for some sleep I think.

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