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The Nord sputtered something inaudible before he sank to the floor and out of sight.

Last man to approach was the Imperial who in blind rage came after Shakti. She was tempted to break his other arm as well, but saw another opportunity incoming as he swung himself over the counter. She lured him all the way up to the dead Nord's battle axe, still buried in the counter with its other sharp edge facing the ceiling. When the Imperial raised his arm in attack, the Khajiit grabbed it and slammed it down onto the blade of the battle axe.

The Imperial's shriek pierced her ears as he screamed his lungs out, watching how his other arm was merely hanging onto a couple of sinews and bloodied threads when he pulled it free from the battle axe. Blood sprayed out of the severed stump when Shakti grabbed the forearm and ripped it clear from the man's still standing body, before swinging it across his face; beating him down with his own arm.

The man tumbled down to the wooden floor as a growing pool of red appeared beside him.

Shakti looked around at the mess they had made before retaking her seat and filled yet another flagon of plum wine. "Now", she mumbled, still visually and audibly intoxicated. "What was this about the location of the Crypt of Hearts?"