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Champion of Grottos and Gremlins
Leepdroon yawned was they kept walking on the soft, boiling sands of Hammerfell. When his fellow argonian asked for a sip of the ale, he replied. "Just take a bottle, marsh companion." He reached his satchel for a flask of argonian ale and tossed it to Nagisus, who caught it in the air. The bosmer, whose name he figured out that was Lena, through eavesdropping, didn't agree in his compulsive drinking and threw the bottle away. "Fine by me. The alcohol wasn't mine anymore anyway..."
The exhaustion was becoming less bearable every second and the feeling of being watched didn't disappear. In fact, it increased. After the first hour, Leepdroon finally snapped and looked back indiscreetly and yelled. "Who is there?!" With no reply, he looked foolish in front of the group and he smiled and tried to come out with an excuse. "Uhm... The heat is making me hear things..." He kept walking still looking behind his shoulder from time to time.
The exhaustion was becoming less bearable every second and the feeling of being watched didn't disappear. In fact, it increased. After the first hour, Leepdroon finally snapped and looked back indiscreetly and yelled. "Who is there?!" With no reply, he looked foolish in front of the group and he smiled and tried to come out with an excuse. "Uhm... The heat is making me hear things..." He kept walking still looking behind his shoulder from time to time.