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"Perhaps," Mongo nodded. "The risks are high, but I fear it's a risk we must take."

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Athorian and Taronan glared at each other, silently. One wasn't sure what to say, for he was seeing a ghost that he had never hoped to see again. And the other didn't need to say anything, for he had already accomplished what he wanted to do; intimidate.

"Guess your still sore about Rihad?" Athorian said.

"Sore?" Taronan laughed. "Oh, you poor delusional elf, the term 'sore' does not even begin to describe it. In fact, there is no word in the Tamrielic dictionary that describes the anger that comes from 2 centuries of being stuck in the imperial dungeons with nothing to do but think about the pain I could unleash upon the man that put me there."

The shock of seeing Taronan again began to waver, and Athorian leaned off the wall. "You say that like you didn't deserve to be in that cell."