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Kyrnil began to think of what he was going to do as he approached the border. He could easily pass through the Skyrim part of the border, but getting into Cyrodiil might be troublesome.

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As they walked up the steps to the Grand Tribunal Temple, Boln couldn't help but picture the burned down temple of Blacklight. This better all have been worth it, Boethiah. He thought, questioning his parent. It was rare for him to do so, but when it came to the Tribunal Temple he was a bit more devoted to them, for they raised him. He hadn't spent much time in the Blacklight temple, for he was raised in the Mournhold temple, but he had visited it numerous times in his youth. And now...it was gone.

When the reached the top of the stairs, Ordinators that stood guard opened the doors for them. "Sera Bolyn." One of them said. "It is good to see you, alive."

"Yes, indeed." Bolyn said and the children of Boethiah headed inside. He detected a hint of anger from the Ordinator. Was it directed at him or the Nords that slaughtered their brothers in Riften? He wondered.