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A young Imperial with a light stubble clad in a dark grey cloak rose up from a stone. "Yeah, I think I saw something like that. I rode on out through the entrance before the chaos reached the gates. Think I passed them as I tried to cut corners through some alleyways. Don't know what became of them after that, but if they fight just as grim as they looked, they would've made it out shortly after."

"You didn't see Catryn or Torbjorn while you were at it, Tyrus?" the long-haired Imperial asked.

The young lad shook his head. "No. I just hope that they made out safe and sound as well."

"And stinking of all the pleasantries New Imperia has to offer underneath the city streets", a grumbling voice filled in from behind Meilir and Maia.

A burn-damaged Nord and a slender Breton came out from the thicket, neither of them looking particularly happy.

"Catryn!" Tyrus exclaimed, rushing past Maia as if he expected a hug from the woman approaching. "I was worried that you had..."

"Not now, Tyrus. People've died and the city's gone to shit."

"Brings back memories", snorted the burn-damaged Nord.

Then Catryn became aware of the two strangers in the camp. "And... who are these?"

The long-haired Imperial leaned over a rock, scratching his stubble. "City folk. Made it out just in time, it would seem."