Sometimes Luluwo wondered if she had been infected by Asam and turned into a masochist.
Otherwise, there's no way to explain why someone like her, who doesn't worry about food and clothing, is willing to challenge the Sain Dungeon over and over again.
"Captain, how long have we been here?"
Deep within Red Lion City, next to the Fog Gate lies a small blessing room, which is the headquarters of the Skyrim Strategy Group.
"I don't know, I really don't know."
Luluwo clutched her head feeling dizzy, her entire body wrapped in bandages with ointment carefully applied underneath.
Looking around, the entire Skyrim Strategy Group was in the same state, including Fanen, who was beaten back to his original form, using several times more bandages than normal.
The most visually striking were Abel and Moer, the two young Two-legged Dragons, who had transformed into human forms and were wrapped like mummies, not even showing their eyes, lying quietly and motionless.
