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"Eye, huh?" Marr frowned. "Did you press anything else besides the flame?"

"That would be unfortunate," Mortimer said.

It would seem that there was leftover stew from whenever the mercenaries had last eaten. The pot was standing at the end of the long table they'd plonked down in the middle of the hall.

Vyrine sighed softly, standing up and sitting down beside the cat.

"The Bad Daedra's followers are capable of some infernal things," she said softly.