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(In her case it is :P)

Hulgarth approached her. He fight his chest tighten, remembering how it was to lose his mother some years back. Disease had claimed her while he was off learning Conjuration at the College. When he returned home she was already too far gone to heal and so he watched her die and burried her outside their small shack in southern Eastmarch.

"Bryn, it's okay to grieve. You lost your master. Anyone would feel the same in your situation."

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As Edwin approached the group, Altera and Rigmor vanished.

Erich looked back at the mage. "Ah, Edwin. I had through you remained in Windhelm. It is good to see well. We're fine, the College mages already tended to our injuries."

"The city will recover." Drevis assured the Redguard. "Winterhold recovered from the Collapse and it was far more destructive than the vampire attack."

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Rigmor felt a bit tingly from the teleportation, but it wasn't too different from the teleportation to the Winterhold bridge.

"You speak to Rigmor the Singing Dragon, I am no degenerate. I'm here because of Altera's request, she seems to think your Order can help us against our plight." Rigmor said. He may sound a bit rude, but he was still pissed about Freyja's rant.