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"Then do it", said Beatrix. "The longer we wait the sooner the Beast will leave."

A scarred Redguard approached the Altmer with a grin and some thick rope, originally used in harbors and the likes. But no ships were sailing any longer.

"For the pet", he scoffed.

Falana scouted out the top floor. The building was fairly tall with several stories. The one at the top overlooked several of the buildings below. By wiping some dust off the windows she was able to gaze out over the city and out over the walls and Lake Rumare, knowing that somewhere out there was Ran and the rest of the group, slowly preparing for... a rescue, or something similar.