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The group continued their travel with the caravan. No further troubles were encountered as they eventually arrived at their destination.

An abrupt stop came from the caravan as the oldest of the khajiiti merchants addressed the group.

"This is where you step off, five claws. A fair trade for a fair trade, no? This one wishes you pleasant business with the Steed."

The group consisting we dropped off about a short minute's walk from a very traditional looking Dunmeri mansion. It was surreal seeing such a place of wealth and power survive The Great Eruption. Visible from this distance, however, are several well-armed guards patrolling the area.

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Meralys had stuffed her pack with just enough food. The pair were ready to make their escape, making their way to the base of the staircase before a loud creak of the front door made Meralys stop dead in her tracks.

The homeowner had returned.

Heavy footsteps were heard as Meralys listened to the steps. It seemed the owner was climbing the stairs to the second floor of the house. Her mind was made up, and she placed careful steps to climb up the stairs herself, silently encouraging Rialor to do the same by glancing at him after every few steps.