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The prince nodded. "Come with us to the dugneon, Gladroon." He ordered.

The Altmer bowed. "Right behind you, your majesty."

The party returned to the dungeon a few minutes later, with the Altmer in tow.

Marcus asked the jailor. "How's the prisoner?"

"He seems to have regained consciousness, your majesty." The jailor replied. He walked over to the cell and unlocked the gate for them.

Marcus, Moria and Gladroon entered.

Shelakh looked up and saw the elf among them. "What's he going to do, talk me to death?" He joked. The Orc looked quite pale from all the bloodloss caused by Lucien's torture. His green skin looked bleached and faded, a lght green-gray.

Marcus didn't respond to the joke, he just gestured for Gladroon to approach the prisoner.

The elf did so and placed both hands towards Shelakh's head. His hands began to glow faintly as he channeled magicka into a spell.

Shelakh narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What are you doing to me?"

Manis gestured for the Imperials to pick the female Redguard up.

They pulled the captive up so she was standing.

"Lead us to your base." He demanded.

She nodded. She turned around and began walking east, with the Imperials escorting her. "Follow me  and watch your step. The woods have more traps in them."

Soon enough, another four guards appeared to join the half-dozen in the market. They began walking towards the docks so see what was going on when the crossbow attacked them.

Only three of the crossbowmen hit their mark. Two guards took bolts directly to the torso, the projectiles ripped through their chainmail and dug deep in their chest. The third one managed to block the bolt with his shield.

"Enemy archers!" The lead guard yelled. "Shields up!"

The 8 remaining guards raised their shields to defend against any other volleys.

Juunei and his Argonian friend took the second left and then continued down a long hallway. It led to a large room, a expansive forge station by the looks of it. Furnaces blazed on, melting dwarven metal and sending it into molds to create pieces of dwarven machinery.

The Argonians were uncomfortable in this heat, so they got through the room quickly. They saw that the large forge room had 6 doors leading out of it. They elected to take the 5th door, to the south.

The southern door was unlocked, they went through it, but as the Argonian rigger was going through it after Juunei, he stepped on something and they heard a click. "Kaoc." They both muttered.

A jet of fire shot out of the ground and hit the Argonian directly.

He screamed from the tops of his lungs as the fire burned him alive.

Juunei grabbed his arm and pulled him to safety, but it was not before the flames had taken their toll.

The flames left the Argonian's legs completely burned with his torso and tail horribly disfigured. He couldn't stand anymore and he was writhing in agony. "Juunei...!" He managed through the grunts, groans and screams. "End...it!"

Juunei looked at the Argonian. He two had known each other for five years and had been friends for just as long. He didn't want to do it, but he knew he had to. "Dreekius..." ''He is too injured, even with a healer...we don't have a healer and I can't carry him on my back. That scream is sure to attract attention. I..I need to do it.''

Juunei pulled one of his daggers and brought it up to Dreekius' throat. "Goodbye, icniuh." He put his friend out of his misery.