A/N: A shorter one again today, possibly something that will be explored in the future again, as those black book adventures are thoroughly entertaining, if mildly infuriating at times. I am unfortunately still sick and thus do not have the time nor energy for longer pieces at the moment, the rest of the month or at least the next week or so will probably be very short snippets as I get my energy back.
Prompt: Let folly be our cloak, a veil before the eyes of the Enemy.
When fighting an advanced and at times startling foe one has to think on their feet. Why exactly Neloth wanted to venture into one of the partly sunken ruins is beyond me, aside from his feeling that there is something of interest hidden among the traps and rusted cogs from ages long past. Unfortunately, while the Dwarves have since long abandoned their stone and metal cities, the Falmer remain. The remains of the Snow Elves, now twisted creatures, blinded millennia ago by the Dwarves before being abandoned and left to themselves. A once proud and sophisticated people brought low. The Falmer lack the same sophistication their ancestors did, however that does not make them any less dangerous. Due to their lack of sight they have developed unusually good hearing, far beyond even my own. They traverse through dug tunnels and old shafts, popping out when least expected, startling their prey and causing a quick and brutal downfall. Due to not wanting to draw the attention of the enemy with the repeated tapping of a cane against the cold stone floor I follow Neloth through the corridors with the help of a detect life spell- which acts as a tether of sorts. We speak quietly every now and then on our search for Neloth’s item of interest, a black book of Hermaeus Mora, the prince of Knowledge. The ruins are eerily quiet at times, and so to break up the uncomfortable silence we take to making jokes of things every now and then. Amidst the cold darkness we let folly be our cloak, a veil before the unseeing yet ever alert eyes of the enemy. It is a chance's folly, really, by the time we locate the book we could be surrounded, or there could be no issue at all. Such are the ways of the lost and ancient places of the world.
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