Ji reaching the top pulled his bow. But nothing was there, not anybody, the temple in ruins and the only thing left lefr, a Greybeard. He gasped, realizing he was much to late, and that he couldn't help. He closed his eyes as he listened to the man's final words, a simple nod, as the Dunmar reached the top he stood and turned.

 [b]" Isra Paleface he said. We need to find Isra Paleface. They will know what to do."[/b] he said as he sighed, and dropped his gaze to the ground. He was to late, unable to help. Nothing he could have done to save anybody. He sighed once more, drawing his bow. [b]We need to find whoever Isra is! And quickly![/b] he shouted putting his bow away.

He looked across the wreckage that was High Hrothgar. All of that work, just to watch a man die. He knew he himself wouldn't find anything, and stealing a bunch of dead people's stuff wasn't what he did. Slowly he began a walk towards the bottom of the mountain. He sighed, printing the name in his head. Isra Paleface. Who were they, what could they do? Better yet, how could they help.