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The figures in the distance moved slightly, and one of them waved an arm.

'Hello there!' a voice called out. 'We mean you no harm, we are simply three travelling merchants. We wish only to serve.'

Prometheus would recollect that the letter he had received a few days ago from the Dragonguard commander.

''Your contacts will be north of the White River, posing as three merchants. You will know them by their use of the Dragonguard oath.''

"We wish only to serve" was an unofficial Dragonguard password, used by them to recognize each other.

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As Roland looked out on Whiterun Hold he saw the burnt earth beneath him. It had indeed been lush and fertile a while ago, but constant dragon attacks had scarred the ground until it was a barren wasteland with nothing but the hardiest plants growing.

The city of Whiterun was still there, but half of it had collapsed. Dragonsreach stood proudly atop the hill, but the same could not be said for the Plains District.