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Victorius couldn't help but laugh. Wraith had dressed up in a hooded robe to prevent the guards in the city from recognising his helmet.

"Aren't you boiling up inside those clothes?" chuckled the Imperial.

"Warmth is the least of my troubles, my dear Victorius", replied the rebel. "Come! Maximilian will be here in a day or two and we have much work to do, if we are to prevent a massacre."

"What about your men? And the remaining ships?"

"The men will unload all cargo and bring it to our Brightwall headquarters I have ordered. The remaining ships will arrive in time, and hopefully before Maximilian does. We need our full strengths and full firepower if we are to blast that noble from the skies."

"New headquarters?" Victorius cocked his head. "From where do you get all your fundings? Most of all, how do you find the time to do all this?"

"Alot of letters", Wraith simply replied. "A true fighter of the people must handle the pen as well as the sword."

"That counts me out then", said Victorius.

Wraith chuckled. "Perhaps I could arrange some lessons for you to learn how to read?"

"Nah, let's just focus on disbanding the nobility for now."

-

Valkyrie was once again home at her mansion. Gastas had asked her several times what had happened in Daggerfall, and she simply stated that she had hunted down Wraith, had a conversation with the rebel and then... nothing...

It was as if there was nothing there for her to say. Her memory wasn't blank, she remembered everything up until that moment when the rebel had removed the helmet. The last thing she had seen were a pair of eyes. A blue and a green, staring into hers.

Heterochromia, she reflected.

She picked up a small hand mirror from her desk at looked at her own eyes. A pair of blue and green. Did it... mean something, or was it just a genetical defect. A mutation? Whatever it was, that was all she had to go on when it came to appearance. A rebel with heterochromia...