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Joramun and Khan led the group while the two wolfmen followed behind. The path through the thick swamp flora led them to an open area where a large, tribal-like camp stood upon.

"They already know we are here, bossman.", Eye sniffed the air and growled.

Joramun stepped into the clearance and called, "Come here, Kalnah! Face your judgement!"

He was immediately met by several burly, vicious looking argonians wielding spears and pointing the weapons to him.

"Joramun, I'm surprised to see you here. Or should I call you captain?", from amongst the argonians Kalnah appeared. A small argonian, much smaller than his kin beside him, with a crown of bones resting on top of his head.

"You shouldn't. You deserted, remember?", the Captain of the Bone Maw replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Indeed.", Kalnah stepped closer to the breton, making the height difference very clear, "So, I'll ask: what are you and your lap dogs doing here?"

"Why do you ask a question that you already know the answer to, Kalnah? Let's cut the crap and start.", Joramun begun to get rid of his weapons and armor.

The argonians around the duo seemed to tense up, but Kalnah let out what could only be a chuckle before he sticked his own spear into the ground.

"Suit yourself.", he grinned and begun his transformation.

Once aboard the Crown, Lucien ordered his men to lift anchor as they were heading to Betony.