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Nemicus retired by the campfire and looked up at the sky. The purple streaks on this cold but cloudless winter evening made him happy to be alive.

Rather than the boxed in feeling of the Bramwood nightmare where the overcast clouds made him feel like he was trapped in a snowglobe.

Life around camp quieted down. Soon they would be on the road again. To Morrowind.