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Lysilde shook her head. "No Clodagh. I do not."

Midnight merely gave a short nod. If she didn't want to believe it, then that was her foolish choice.

Krem arrived with Wrinkles in tow before he mounted.

"It is time. Follow me."

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The Dunmer guide led them by the rows upon rows of tents, down towards the southern swamps.

Some people looked at them as they rode past. Ordinators, guildmen and Imperials, they seemed to come for every walk of live.

Once they were clear of the camps the sound of the hooves squelching through the moist ground became more obvious. As well as a loud orchestra of crickets.