The Ash Spawn had put up quite a fight, but as always, Teldryn and the Dragonborn emerged victorious. A few firebolts had caught Teldryn along the way, but at first, he brushed them off like they were nothing. As they pressed on through Solstheim, a faint smell of something burning began to drift around them. Neither of them paid it much mind—it was Solstheim, after all.

But the scent started to gnaw at Teldryn’s attention. He halted, watching as the Dragonborn continued ahead without noticing. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, seeking the source of the smell. Then, with a slow realization, he looked down at himself.

His armor. Burned. The Ash Spawn’s fire had left its mark on the fabric portions of his chitin armor.

Teldryn cursed under his breath in Dunmeri, loud enough for you to catch it. You turned back, spotting him inspecting the damage. Sure enough, patches of the fabric had been scorched, eaten away by the flames. "Damn Ash Spawn," he grumbled, his crimson eyes darting to a nearby clearing. It wasn’t a bad spot, not too exposed.

"I suggest we make camp here, Dragonborn. I’m not going anywhere like this," he added with a dry smirk, looking up at you.