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Scire glanced over at Hawke, feeling a little bit like a jerk.

As they arrived at the inn, Scire set the armor down.

"Courtesy of Hawke, me, and a dead a Khajiit." He declared. "One for Ragnar, Roggvir, Talin, and Gabriel each."