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The hound led them a good ways out of town before Urlath stopped him. "It appears that our trail leads far from Yorgrim. Whomever stole this horse from Roaldr was not a local. If we mean to follow the trail we will need supplies for the road."

"I can go fetch our horse and supplies from the mead hall. I won't be long." Jofrodr said. He left Reyl and Urlath there with the hound while he ran back into town to fetch Sunchaser and supplies for the trip.

Urlath pet the dog as they waited. He turned to Reyl and asked. "I always see you two together around town. Just out of curiosity, what exactly is your relationship with Jofrodr?"

Gunnar looked to the tall, silent and smelly warrior. "I'm sure he was. The two of them have much in common." He said with a chuckle.

"Gudmund!" Gunnar called out when they arrived at the training yard. "The mage, Lars, and his friend will be training with us from now on."

Gudmund had his arms crossed as he watched over the shield-brothers in the yard. "Oh. Is that so, captain?"

"It is. Randagulf and I think it is a good idea to have the crew train against a mage to prepare them for the war to come and Lars here volunteered." Gunnar explained.

"I see." Gudmund muttered. He ordered the Companions to stop fighting for a moment and gather up. He told them what Gunnar just told him and asked. "So, who wants to be first?"

Surprisingly, it was none of them that volunteered, but the Harbinger's daughter whom had followed the Captain and the two strangers outside.

"I'll test my steel against them." Elisiv stated.

"Go on then Elisiv." Gudmund gestured.

She went to the training pit and drew her axe and shield.

"The fight will be till first blood. We don't want anyone to die during training." Gunnar stated.

"Ráðgeirr? Oh yes, I do. Boss you have a visitor!" He cupped his hands together and yelled over the field.

A few moments later a bald Atmoran with a thick blonde mustache arrived. "Yes?"

"This woman here wants to speak to you." The farmhand said.

Ráðgeirr turned to Kal. "What is it lass?" he asked. He wore simple clothes and his hands were quite dirty from working the fields all day. The man couldn't be more than 40 from how looked and he had strong muscles from years of tending to his farm. He was not a farmer that sat around and let his employees do all the hard work.

The Falmer spies sent by the Arch-Curate infiltrated into Skyrim, heading for the nearest settlement from their border: Shorstein.

They had used their Illusion magic to disguise themselves. Anyone that looked upon them would not see the pale-skinned elves that they were, but pale humans. They were also wearing the fur and hide clothes of the local Atmorans. The disguise would fool the commonfolk well enough for them to be able to integrate themselves. Language was something they couldn't overcome with magic, but the spy Admar had been trained to speak Atmoramal with the southern accent of the Rift. That was why he was leading this party.

Once at the town they acted like travellers from the west and tried to integrate themselves with the people to gain their trust before trying to ask questions. Luckily for them, the rumors of the war were being spoken about quite openly so it only took a few days of them being in the town before they learned of Jarl Harald's war proposal.

"The humans are preparing for a large war?" Enwe asked concernedly after Admar relayed the information to the rest of his party.

They were speaking quietly in their room at the local inn.

"Yes, the word around town is that our people attacked and ravaged homesteads a farther north. In response the lord there has declared a war against all of Mereth." Admar explained.

"How proposterous..." Nesiro muttered. "None of our people has ever gone that far north in decades. This young lord must have invented these attacks to rile up the people."

"No doubt. Nesiro and Enwe, you two must return to Gondorin to relay this information to Mistress Yslenor. The Arch-Curate needs to know of this war to better prepare our defenses. I will try to learn more details on the humans' plans and how large this army truly is." Admar ordered.

The Falmer spies split up the next morning, with the leader remaining in Shorstein for now to gather more intel on their enemy while the other two returned to Mereth to report their findings.