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"Come on", urged Beatrix after a while. "Let's head back to the village. Maybe... maybe that poor Khajiit is still alive. Have to watch over our own."

As Falana's splinter group decimated the numbers of the hostile Outsiders they would soon realise that they were all out of foes... and energy...

The Dunmer panted heavily watching as the last of the "Emperor's" fighters were cut down in the snow.

"Let's... let's regroup back at the village", she said. "We need to... come up with a new plan, I think..."

Judging from Falana's voice one could tell how anxious she was. Nothing had gone as planned, and by the look of things, the future of their assignment was now left uncertain.

The group captured by the Emperor's People were led through the once glorious city gates of the Imperial City. The statue of Akatosh in the center of the plaza had been smashed to pieces. Either a long time ago or by the hands of these thugs. Crude bridges made out of planks and bits of wood had been built in-between the stone buildings with several stories, each one patrolled with countless of Outsiders, all heavily armed and observant.

"I bet you will love it here", said Callius with a grin. "Who knows? If you behave well enough the Emperor might show you his favor and grant you your freedom. The freedom to become one of us. No more chains for you."