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"I couldn't be bothered more", Bethany said. "I trust you got yourself a steady breakfast at least?"

The group wandered over the bridge spanning over Lake Rumare and were soon well on their way to the north. The sun was still shining and on a day such like this it was hard to imagine there being any worries in the world.

That was at least what Preacher wanted to think. These students were blissfully unaware of the horrors stored away inside Volkihar Prison. Murderous maniacs, power-users with the ability to tear flesh from the very bone, mind readers that could melt the insides of your head into liquid.

He just prayed that none of these youngsters would ever turn out to become a living torment to Tamriel.

The quarry wasn't far off. But as they grew closer Gait would hear some bickering, and it didn't come from the class behind him. It came from the quarry. They would need to make halt.