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Graicus returned to Falkreath. He cursed under his breathe. How he wished to beat that wood elf and redguard within an inch of their lives.

Why did the divines punish him so? Maybe it were Daedric princes. Someone up there was enjoying him or herself immensely.

the gladiator saw the basalt tower loom over the other houses. The only other structure in town about as tall was the Jarl's longhouse.

The steward.

Graicus realised he had been summoned. Perhaps this was a blessing. He would see what this steward of the city would ask of him, if it didn't concern him he just as easily decline.