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Several hundred kilometers away in Markarth...

“He’s long gone.”   Said Tiberius. He knelt beside the ashes of a long dead undead. Dacian had resurrected this corpse.

Alderis looked up at him. “How do you know?”

“Because, if he was going to hide in a cave, he wouldn’t tell anyone.”   Tiberius answered her, rising to his feet. This crypt held no answers. Only tongue-less corpses.

Tiberius pursed his lips. “Where now?”

“He owned a house in Whiterun.”   She offered.

Tiberius nodded. “Good enough, I suppose.”

The walked out into the city, making small talk, until they had exited the gates.

“You know what Medea said about Dacian?”

“What?”   Tiberius looked like he didn’t actually care. He had his bow in his hands and was watching the road as they walked.

“She said she had him figured out. He’s a typical lich. He talks like one, fights like one, thinks like one, even dresses like one. But he doesn’t act like one. He still hasn’t accepted. Dacian’s still trying to live a normal life even when he has achieved a type of god-hood.”

“I think his mother didn’t love him enough.”   Said Tiberius dryly.

“Did you even listen to anything I said?”   She asked, exasperated.

“No. But did you expect me to? I have my job, you have yours. Don’t expect me to do both.”

Alderis rolled her eyes at him. “I’m walking on the other side of the road. There’s not enough space for me and your ego.”