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"Ilinhame only has one harbor and it is protected by the Paladins." Yslenor explained.

The carriage rode through the fortress until it passed under another gateway and stopped at the Paladin's Harbor. It was much smaller than the harbors that Karyor had seen in Vindhelm and Dagastar, though the ships that it did possess were all larger than any Atmoran longship the Half-Breed had ever seen.

The curate exited the carriage when the door was opened for her and she was greeted by a group of Paladins.

"A pleasure to have you here, Lady Curate." The leader of the band welcomed them. Karyor recognized the man, it was the Arch-Paladin from the conference. The Arch-Paladin looked to the Half-Breed. "This the asset I've been hearing about?"

"He is. The Half-Breed Karyor." She introduced him.

Arch-Paladin Udhellor nodded. "A pleasure, I'm Udhellor Uremyn. I hear that your voice magic may give us an edge against the humans. I've come to see if that is true."

The Vindhelm market was located in the southwestern side of the city, in the Stone Quarter. It was home to permanent shops as well as wooden stalls and sold a wide variety of goods. Since Vindhelm was such a large city and the port that controlled all trade in the eastern half of Skyrim, you could buy just about anything there.

Though it was none of those things that caught Elisiv's attention. It was the makeshift forge set up in an open section of the market.

"Hey, that man there. I've seen him before. Isn't that...oh, Old Gray-Mane's former apprentice. Volundr." Elisiv pointed out.

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Once the matter of leadership had been dealt with, the Atmorans leaders began to work better together. However, Jarl Ivar was far from satisfied. He made passive-aggressive comments as often as he could throughout the meeting.

''This boy means to upstage all of us, you fools. You're playing right into his hand by agreeing with him.'' Jarl Ivar thought.

He also made stink-eyes at the envoy from Falkreath whenever he looked at their direction. ''The old fart-bag didn't show himself here. Good. I would've killed him had he dared to show his face to me.''

His hatred of the upstart - so called - Jarl of Falkreath was immense. That rebelious thane killed my father and declared himself his own Jarl, all thanks to the influence of his Nedic mistress no doubt. He reflected. Ivar had to call a cease-fire since Falkreath had captured him during the battle that claimed his father's life. It was humiliating to bend the knee to the upstart. Ivar could never forgive him.