And All Things Will End

He's either dead or dying; no point in risking your life. You take off running down a seperate shaft, relying on Hunter's corpse as a distraction. You hear fast footfalls behind you; it seems as though Aela had a similar thought process. The sound of an increasingly wet skull slamming against cold and unforgiving rock follows you down the corridor until bloodless screams from all directions drown it out.

Eyes line the walls of the cave, and you are careful not to poke them out.