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"Our tent is just over here," Telana said to them. They could see on the very edge of the refugee area, a large Imperial tent loomed with a multitude of holes and grime on the stitching. It appeared to be a tent that the city of Cheydinhal had little use for anymore.

Underneath, there were a multitude of cots. Every one of them had a dunmer laying out on them, with countless more waiting for one to free up. Many were injured, bruised and cut up from fights among the refugees. Others had diseases chomping away at their health.

"There's a hitching post here for your horses," Telana said.