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"I will give you the Jarrin Root." Zakhim repeated. "My store was just filled with a new shipment from the mines."

The flames on the Malaia's starboard hull were caused by the flamable oil that had been on the rowboat, water wasn't going to put them out.

Jarnus' crew would need to try another method to save their ship from further damage.

The duo walked towards the Alienage slums and Lhotun noticed that the area was predominantly Argonian, save for a few guards that patrolled the area. There had already been a lot of Argonians at the docks, but the Alienage had no other civilians save for the Argonians.

"So, this is the Alienage." The Redguard noted. He was never aware that a colony of Argonians of this size existed in Skyrim. If it wasn't for the cold and rough stones of Windhelm, he might've believed he had left the province. The place was dirty and quite run down, but it had a certain charm to it with numerous Argonian decorations and trinkets handing between the narrow alleys and the apartments. No one building was owned by a single family, they were all shared between multiple Argonians that packed in lived together.

"I know a good tavern here, we'll be able to find a few sailors there." Shav said.