the same, and I snatched up his sword as I ran as fast as I could out of the fortress. I assume the top half of my sword melted along with the dremora.
Once I reached Gnisis again, I had the presence of mind to examine the sword I took. It seems to be of dwemer make, nearly completely unadorned, almost long enough to be called a claymore, but of comparable weight to most single-handed swords I have used. It is incredibly sharp, and the metal is very hard, as I have been unable to scratch it with the materials I have at hand.
All in all a very lucky day, chiefly
due to my survival of an encounter with a dremora, but also due to my serendipitous find of a weapon that is not only perhaps the highest quality blade I have held, but also of a length and style I feel the most competent with. I think I will try to pawn my shield tomorrow. The bonemold is nearly completely rent, but the enchantment is somewhat intact and could be worth a few coins at least.
Now that I have calmed down and had dinner and a cup of Sujamma, I am realizing that it smells nice here. The ocean salt mixes a freshness into the air that cuts the ash that is ever-present in Ald'ruhn and Maar Gan.