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"Selene, please, tell me you're not thinking about joining them." Lucina asked quietly, looking at her uncertainly. "Because you would be siding with a murderer."

Vashjiir let out a heavy sigh, before turning and leaving the inn. He wandered throughout town aimlessly, trying to hide his face from the guards; as nords tended to pay too much heed to myths and legends, last thing Vashjiir wanted was too much attention being drawn to him.

The Khajiit ended wandering to the outskirts of town, remembering the countless tales he had heard of ghosts wandering the forest and preying on those who left the safety of Falkreath. The tale of The Woodcutter's Wife and The Cabin in the Woods being two dominant forces on the forefront of his mind, of course those were fictional works and held no merit, but they worked well as a warning tale.

Wandering into the dense woods, the Khajiit ended up paticularly nowhere, he merely tread the woods without a purpose.

"Falkreath hasn't changed much..." The cat-man noted absently, his eyes scanning the treetops.