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"So...you showed him his fate, huh?", Balin let out while Fiandrael sneaked him out of the keep.

"Yes, Prince. I did, why?", she whispered back, clearly annoyed with his tone.

"So that means that you and h...", the elf's quick glance backwards immediately shut the Prince up.

"I did what I had to do to set you free, now will you shut the fuck up and follow me so we can leave this damned village?", Fiandrael didn't even bothered to wait for an answer and simply kept going through the same spots that she went through before.

Unfortunately, for them, the Prince was not the sneaky type of person which meant that moving around the shadows unnoticedwould take a lot of effort from him. They managed to reach the courtyard without being caught, but now they need to pull some real miracle to exit the Keep unscathed... Luckily, they were not alone.

Rakhr and an annoyed Ande were waiting by the bushes, the redguard eyed the courtyard almost without blinking while the breton seemed to find the starred sky much more interesting.

"There.", the cook whispered and elbowed his new companion, indicating the place where a giant black shadow stood alongside a much smaller one.

"That is the bloody Captain?! How on Nirn will we get him out of there? Fellow must be at least 7ft tall!", Harriseux asked, incredulous.

"How does one hide gold at plain sight, breton boy?", Rakhr answered Ande's question with another question and quickly answered it when he saw the confused look on the man's face, "You put diamonds right beside it!"

He smiled. Ande Harriseux's eyes widened in realization of what they were about to do.

The taking of the ship went smoothily enough, seeing that the crew not only had the element of surprise but also the bigger numbers.

Quickly, Ardaux dressed one of the dead guards' clothing and proceeded to continue with their plan.

Sille was very close to stabbing the two soldiers on the docks when they grabbed her arms, roughly in a way to begin their abuse of the peasant, innocent girl.

"Hey! You two!", a voice came from the main deck of the vessel anchored near them, a voice which Sille recognized as her brother's.

Thank the Gods!, she thought to herself and smirked.

"What?!", both of the Guards turned around, violently pulling Sille along but quickly letting her go once they saw the scene above them: a weird dunmer, soaked in blood stood near the boarding plank while one other guard had his sword to the elf's neck.

"What the fuck is that? Who the fuck is this?", the second guard pushed Sille back and unsheathed his own blade, an action quickly repeated by his companion.

"Fucking prick killed two of us and maimed the other 2 before we took a hold of him. This deck is a bloodbath! I suppose he could be one of the Prince's crewmen...", Ardaux attempted to disguise his natural voice, which made him sound as if his tongue was swollen. Fortunately, this aided the guards down on the docks to believe the fake fight story.

"How on Nirn we failed to listen to that?!", the first guard asked, frowning.

"We were asking ourselves the same fucking thing, but now I can see the reason...", Ardaux nodded towards his sister, which made both guards sheath their blades, embarassed.

"Right...Err, well...", the first guard mumbled, unsure about what to say.

"Yeah, fuck that. Just come on up here and get this arsehole outta here, help me with our injured companions and let the whore move on.", the guards eyed each other and promptly started going up the boarding plank before one of them stopped, turned around and shouted towards Sille:

"You heard the man! Get the fuck out of h... Why the are you smiling, bitch?", he raised an eyebrow, suspicious of the breton girl's smirk.

"It's because you are dead.", she tilted her head sideways and turned her smirk into a sweet and innocent smile moments before Azaron and Ardaux finished off the guards.