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And eat they did.

Helian made a large batch of Breton toast using leftover bread and a few eggs and milk. It was easily made and filling.

Then when everyone was done and the campsite packed up again they were on the road once more. The border with Morrowind was four days away. The forests were starting to get less dense as they went up the Velus mountain range that kept the curious climate, fauna and flora out of Cyrodiil.

Nemicus rode Odvica decently now. Having gotten used to the saddle.

Helian likewise had little trouble with Abaresk. Learning to ride with Nyasia had paid dividends.