#gzincha

The adventurer grinned. Greed was good.

Glowy Gzincha

Gzincha in the snow

Gzincha in the mountains

Casting

Gzincha welded parts of her left hand back together, warily looking up from where she sat in a corner at the immobile Centurion standing between her and the lift back up to Skyrim. Beside her, the disassembled shell of a Sphere rocked back and forth slowly on the stone floor, sending up occasional sparks. Centurions had always been daunting, even before the Dwemer had left Nirn. The twisted metal parts of incautious spiders and other workers could usually be found scattered at their feet. Calculations of the probability of surviving an encounter with an active Centurion ran through Gzincha's head. The results were not promising.