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And stew was indeed ready for serving. Carbonade with potatoes and cream and herbs. It wasn't very complicated but Helian had made sure the taste would be good. A dish that would make you feel fullfilled and warm.

Over dinner, on Lysilde's request, Mildra informed them on what had been happening beyond the western counties, cut off because of the war. It didn't look good.

Trouble at the Morrowind border. Not Laumer though, they hadn't budged since they lost all that territory.

The Eyes, that group of vigilantes in New Imperia, had become much more powerful from the sounds of it.

Beyond Cyrodiil there were talks of unrest everywhere: A populist group calling themselves The Rightful in Elinhir, the return to old practices in Morrowind, the loss of contact with settlements in Argonia, and in the north, Orc tribes have managed to connect their Skyrim and Hammerfell territories and are looking to expand beyond the Reach into Wrothgar.

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23rd of Evening Star

The night had been relatively peaceful. The peace and quiet of the forest was actually quite soothing. A reminder that even in this world there was some tranquility left.

It was early morning and Lysilde was up and ready, talking with Mildra about Moth Priest matters, this time they seemed less important to hide so they spoke at a normal volume. From the sounds of it, it was fairly dull stuff. Something about Lysilde being too eager to prove herself and how that Mildra had to study for more than a decade before she was even a fraction where Lysilde was today.

Helian was standing outside his tent, hair its usual mess and currently shirtless while he was looking for a decent tunic to wear, folding the discarded ones neatly back up into squares. His moustache was showing signs of connecting with his beard.

Nemicus was drinking wine. Like he had last night. The captain looked on as others were making themselves ready.

Midnight hadn't left his spot since yesterday. Keeping lookout. Just in case.

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As Kashya wandered the road for yet another day she could hear the sound of hoof beats thunder across the paved road behind her.