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The knight started explaining things quickly, as if he had been expecting this question. 'She seeks their annihilation as unholy creatures of another Daedra. The original strain of Porphyric Hemophilia (I think I spelled that right) was a product of Molag Bal's corruption and greed, and deserves to be destroyed. Your form of vampirism, however, is a more complicated matter. It is not of Daedric origin, and comes from the tampering of mortals. Whether or not My Lady will allow its existence to continue is beyond my knowledge.'

He turned back to watch the fighting. 'Know this though - if She decides that you must die, then you shall not win another fight.' With that he walked off.

The fight had almost finished. The knight that had been in an armlock was now lying on the ground, unconscious. The one who had earlier been fighting off another with just one arm had disarmed his opponent, and forced him to the ground. He finally beat him into submission, and stood up, taking off his helmet. His face glistened with sweat, and he poured a bucket of water over himself to cool down. Judging from his ornamental armour he was of a very important rank, and the gold inlay on his helmet proved this.

The seneschal Carador ran up to him, helping him with his armour. 'That was quite a fight, Marcus. I didn't think you would manage to beat them, you know.'

'One does not become Grand Master of the Knights of Azura by falling in battle.'

'Of course not, but they are two of the best fighters in the Order!'

Marcus laughed. 'And they still have a way to go.' He caught sight of Sander, and looked at him. His gaze lingered for a few seconds, and then he walked off.