Eleywen Silinor
Eleywen smirked at noticing how willing Dar'Jargo was to lead the small group. She didn't mind him being the first one to enter old chambers, collapsing hallways, and face danger head on. No, she didn't mind at all.
They didn't make it far before the cat stopped again, focusing on the tiny makeshift camp on the ground. If he kept stopping like this, maybe she would take the lead just so they wouldn't have to do this every five minutes. The elf looked back and forth between him and the camp, wondering what was so interesting about it to him. She didn't understand. It was a fire, a bed, and some food. What else was there? Khajiit were odd creatures. She reminded herself that this was why she didn't associate with them much.
He finally began moving again, and Eleywen followed willingly. As they moved down the next hallway, her eyes traced over the various carvings in the walls. They told stories of heroes that fought amazing battles, and simple things such as hunting animals. She couldn't read all of it, though had a basic idea based on the teachings she had in ancient languages. The next step she took landed on a small plant sprouting from a crack in the ground. She paused, glancing downwards, and crouched, running her fingertips gently across its thin leaves. She pulled down her hood, and then gathered a few of the leaves, picking them off of the main plant. She opened a small pouch on her waist and folded them inside, rising to her full height again.
She didn't know what it was, or even is it was useful, but it had been almost the only worthwhile thing she had found so far. Eleywen jogged forward to catch up with the two of them who were now ahead. They were both standing in a tall room with a vaulted ceiling. There was an abundance of stone pillars, and what looked like a second floor, though it had mostly crumbled to form only a pile of rubble. And in the center of it all...was just a platform with a lever on it. She didn't enter the room just yet, it seemed too ominous. The cat seemed to sense it too, for he shouted loudly, warning them that it was a trap.
The Alltmer chuckled lightly to herself, noticing as well that the Nord didn't seem impressed with how slow he was at realizing the trap had already been sprung. She opened her mouth to make a snide remark, though the woman interrupted her, raising an arm and pointing forward at the person that lay on the ground only a few metres ahead.
She stepped past both of them rather roughly, shoving them out of the way, and bent down near the wood elf who was sitting up, one hand clutching a dagger, the other pressed against her stomach, which also held the golden claw. Eleywen snickered at the Bosmer's feeble attempt to ward them away with threats. She couldn't do anything, the injury was holding her back too much. Not even her eyes could focus properly. The Altmer watched them dart around the room, seemingly searched for the people that she could hear.
Blood in a mix with saliva dribbled down from her mouth to her chin, eventually making its way in a trail down her neck. She grimaced at the sight, disgusted at the sheer amount of blood around her. The girl had managed to roll away from the pool, though her clothes were still stained with the thick liquid. She tried to move away, though only succeeded in bumping into the old table behind her, covered in old books and a few tiny soul gems. Eleywen wanted to investigate, especially the chest beside it, and so she turned to the group behind her.
"Someone grab the claw from her and we can move on." The former Thalmor stepped towards the table right near the wood elf, hardly concerned that she was only a few steps away from her. She took hold of one of the tiny soul gems, then opened up one of the Spell Tomes. Magelight...a simple spell, though she hadn't learned it yet. Might as well take it. She sighed quietly to herself, glancing over to the Bosmer near her.
"I didn't think it would be so easy getting this golden claw." She smirked.