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Hans only stood up when he was finished with his prayer. He turned around to grab his helmet.

Randagulf saw then. Hans had pale white hair, the color of snow. His skin was light, but it looked quite weathered and worn due to years of exposure to the elements. Still, the man couldn't be older than 30 by the look of him. Stranger still were his eyes, red like two rubies, on a plain, serious face. It gave him an unnatural, almost unhuman, appearance.

Hans picked up his closed faced helmet, though he didn't seem at all bothered with showing his face to the Companions.

Jofrodr caught a glimpse of the man's face before he put his helmet back on and found his features almost vulpine-like. Hans had an uncanny similarity to the fox head on the Amulet of Shor that he wore, strange as that might seem.

"Who exactly are you, Hans?" Jof asked, his curiosity got the better of him.

"Nay one." Hans replied.

"You are someone. That language you pray in, it is something far older than the archaic Atmoran that you're speaking now. I have never met anyone that spoke something like that." Jof said.

"T'is the language of the ancients." Hans replied, offering no further explaination.

Jof was frustrated with this man and his secrets. "Hey, you wretch! Is that all you're going to say? How the hell did you learn the language of the Aldafathir!" (Aldafathir = Ehlnofey)

Hans wasn't interested in answering questions. "Thither art moo knife-ears to killeth. If 't be thee slow me down I shall abandon thee." With that he grabbed a torch from the mine wall and continued down the tunnel.

"What an arse." Jofrodr muttered.

Kal caught the Orc on his left leg, cutting the back of his knee. The Orc fell face first into the hard ground.

He said something in Orcish, but none of the Companions understood him. He tried to crawl away, but it was a pretty useless attempt.

Agrunac was in the pit again, fighting for another day. This was his second opponent that day.

"In the red corner, the undefeated Solstheimer! One of Harald's own housecarls, Stinralg!" The announcer yelled.

The crowd on the bleechers cheered his  name.

"His challenger today, the brawler from the island of Blekstein, Øfden! Will this brute of a man beat the tiny terror?" The announcer yelled.

The disguised elf entered the pit and was met with a large brutish Atmoran. Bald, muscular and filled with tattooes.

Easy enough, just need to dodge him and get him to tire out. Agrunac planned out the fight.

When the announcer gave the go, Øfden charged at the Dwemer, trying to tackle him. Agrunac side-stepped and then elbowed him in the back. Before the islander could grab him, Agrunac jumped back. The two played at cat and mouse for a few moments, Agrunac just managing to escape Øfden's grasp.

It was during their dance that Agrunac heard a voice in his head. "Agrunac report."

That distracted the elf and he was hit in the face with one of the islander's fists.

He activated his Deeper Thought and replied with his mind. "Enhance connection." giving the signal for his superior to also activate his Deeper Thought. Both their minds were going much faster than a regular mortals. Agrunac perceived everything around him slow, Øfden's fist still going into his face.

"''I have successfully infiltrated the court of the Atmoran Jarl. His men respect me, though I have yet to have his ear. How goes the next step of the plan?" ''Agrunac said with his Calling.

"Our forces have been attacking Atmoran hamlets as per the King's plan, no survivors. We have not been discovered." The other Dwemer replied.

"Word is that the rulers of that area are coming to the city. They will no doubt raise the issue with the Jarl upon their arrival." Agrunac revealed.

"Excellent. You must gain his ear by then and make sure that he sends men to investigate the attacks. Volunteer for the investigation. We will make sure you find exactly what we want them to uncover." The Dwemer superior ordered.

"It will be done." Agrunac responded. With that they cut their connection and Agrunac stopped his Deeper Thought.

Øfden's fist finally pushed past his face, sending the elf back a few steps. It was a powerful hit, but Agrunac was still standing.

"You won't land another hit like that." He muttered and continued the fight.