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The Iron Bloods' longhouse wasn't too far from the warehouse and it was about a block from Freydis' Keep.

From asking around, Roderon and his crew learned that the Iron Bloods were captained by a Nord named Aevar. Ellie recognized the name from when she spoke to the shipwrights, they said that they were busy fixing his ship before they started on the Revenge.

As Quartermaster, Quintus made sure that the Forward was stocked with enough supplies for their trip to Dourstone. It wasn't too far from the port town of Glenpoint, but the Imperial liked to be prepared nonetheless.

"Ma'ma, we're stocked up and ready to depart. You may have Vhor order the sailors to undock the ship." Quintus told Evalana when everything was triple-checked.

"My life's been forfeit the moment I lost the battle, but I will take my secrets to my grave. I will not give you anything." Shelakh stated. His face a rock solid stare of anger and defiance. One must never grovel at the feet of his enemies, to do so is to insult Malacath and all one's ancestors. He remembered the words of the Code.

Marcus watched from the sidelines. Damned Orc. The Prince made sure not to show his frustration. If he showed any emotion, the interrogator's work would be interrupted. He looked over at Scipio. Can he crack such a stubborn bug?