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Despite so casually cutting out a piece of himself, Scaldor could feel the poison was still clawing at him. Slowly. Just like it was doing with Kashya.

They could see the feline riders from a distance. They didn't seem to have noticed what had escaped from the covenant and were instead looking over those who had been paralyzed by the planthers.

The ohmes khajiit were too far for midnight and scaldor to hear what they were saying but Kashya could hear them talk in an ancient Ta'agra dialect. She understood the basics. Something along the lines of: "bring them to the hearth" but hearth could mean city as well in that context.