Removing his fingers from his ears and letting his tensed muscle relax, he looked to the Thalmor with a shocked gaze. What if she did that while they we're in the ruins? Surely as old as they are they would cave on them... He would have to keep a close eye on her. He walked on to the nord, wondering if she herself might have been hit by the ear-ringing shock.
He neared her, to notice that she was laughing. Dar'Jargo figured it would be best to just let her have her, uh... 'moment'. Her laugh went silent with a cough. "We should continue..." The Nord turned serious once more, following after the Khajiit. His heart raced, he could see the ruins just up ahead. His tail began to wag slightly, unknowingly at first.
"What do you think we'll find in-" He stopped dead in his track. A large staircase that led up to the ruins lied before them. It was impressively large, and there was several arcs above the main platform. "in there..." He finished his statement, not actually listening to what they had to say, still in awe by the large ruin. Without thinking of a danger, he walked up the icy steps, hypnotized by the beauty.
That's when he saw them... corpses. Three corpses lie on the main platform, bloodied and covered partially in snow. Bending down, her rubbed his fingers in the sticky blood. "It's fresh..." Standing once more, he looked back at the two, still in shock. "Someone is here." He unsheathed his bow, grabbing an arrow, loosely placing it on the arrow nock. "Stay cautioned." Examining the corpses, he noticed a splotch of blood, to far away to have been from a body.
He didn't tell the other two, hoping to impress them later when he found the culprit. "Dar'Jargo suggests we continue onward." He continued to the large decorative iron doors, using both hands to push them open.
Holding her ears, it felt as if tiny bells where being violently shook in her eardrum. She opened her eyes, and began to laugh. A Thalmor, saving a Stormcloak... it was laughable. She began to doubt she was even here, for all she knows she's shit-faced drunk back in the tavern.
Realizing the cat was staring at her, she quickly stopped laughing,"We should continue." She cleared her throat, following after him again. She began to wonder what the ruins even looked like, she never had gave it much thought before."What do you think we'll find in-" Nearly bumping into Dar'Jargo, she followed his gaze to Bleak Falls Barrow.
True nord craftsmanship... she grinned happily at the thought of her ancestors laboring day and night to build this now-crumbling temple. "It's amazing" Again, she almost bumped into the cat as they we're walking up the frozen steps. Before she shoved him to continue, she saw what he was staring at. Someone had killed the bandits... or something. The cat, informing them that someone had just recently killed the bandits, he looked around before continuing to the iron doors. She followed after him ,not taking her gaze off the bloody pile of bandits until they we're inside.