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"Do not fear, my friends. I am a fair man... bring them their friend."

Out of one of the towers, came a pair of wolves dragging with them a familliar argonian. His clothes were tattered and ripped up, a few scales hanging off of his body in blood chunks. One of the horns on top of his head appeared chipped, as well.

Unceremoniously, he was dumped over the side of the battlements and to the ground below. He groaned in pain, holding onto his bloodied body.

"... what's left of him anyways," Falvius finished.