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It was a long journey through the frozen passes back into Cyrodiil. Marr fell asleep on his horse at some point; Rolf wished he could do the same.

A day and a half had passed by the time they reached the woody hills surrounding Cheydinhal. What little light shone through the dark clouds was gone; night had fallen.

"We should make camp here," Marr eventually suggested. "The next valley's where Duncroft Castle is."