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"Non-combatants? If the ballads of the Return are to be believed even elven children are deadly mages." Jofrodr noted.

He hadn't really put much thought into the details of things, he was going along with this mostly because of Bodvar's decision to join the war and because he was always looking for more gold and glory.

After a momentary pause he added. "I don't know. Maybe they will be taken prisoner, maybe they will be killed. I'm not exactly sure." He didn't sound particularly interested in the topic.

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Elisiv marvelled at the Great Bridge and the immense walls. "I've heard the story of Jarl Rikard's defense of the city hundreds of time when I was young. How he repelled an elven attack with only 20 good men."

The Jorrvaskr crew and Jarl Ivar's force rowed their boats ashore on the southern bank of the river, on the opposite side of the city. It was the only place they could find that had enough space for the whole force.

"You'll have to show me around the city tomorrow." Elisiv said to Kal as she was helping to build their camp. She figured that by now the city gates would be closed, especially with so many people camping outside the city.

Karyor may have been able to hide his emotions from any other person, but the old elf's gaze seemed to tear right through him. The Arch-Curate smirked slightly.

"He is." Yslenor replied, since Karyor remained quiet.

"Karyor, I believe your name was. Tell me, Half-breed, just how much of their blood is in you?" Arch-Curate Torvus asked, repeating the word from before.