Note: Edited 26/09/23 - Fixed prose, dialogue, and grammar.
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The first thing I noticed was how the scent of blood in the air was nearly overpowering. The bodies that littered the ground were a mix of a variety of draugr corpses and the monster residents of Grendel's Grotto that were bigger than the goblins I'd killed on the third floor.
Liara knelt over a draugr's corpse to inspect it. "These wounds… I don't think these were made by the dungeon's traps…"
That was likely true because I didn't think there would be traps inside a chamber that was basically Grendel's living room.
"Why do you say that?" Dess asked as she drew close to the she-elf.
"Take a look here..." Liara pointed a finger at the huge hole in the draugr's chest. "This is a stab wound, but it's unlike the usual spear or spike traps we've seen around the dungeon's passages. This wound looks more like something a sword would make..."
