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"We will set sail within the hour, I suggest that you do the same." Captain Manis said, before heading onto his ship.

"Let's head back to the Forward and get her ready for departure." Quintus suggested.

Roderon was able to learn that the current pirate crews with longhouses in the Compound were: the Blood Horkers, Blue Skulls, Lightning Wolves, Iron Bloods and the Butcher's Men.

The Blood Horkers, Blue Skulls and the Lightning Wolves had been the crew that fought against Roderon's men before, so it was unlike that they would be friendly to him. His best bet was either with the Iron Bloods or the Butcher's Men. He could also try to ask Commander Freydis for lodging in her keep, but begging at her feet would most likely only make her mad at him.

Still, it was his choice of what to do and who to try to convince to help him with his logistics problem.

"There is only one God that matters and Prince Malacath is someone that I will never anger with weak groveling. No true Orc would ever commit such blasphemy."

At the mention of higher ups Shelakh looked over at Marcus. "No need for made-up stories, Imperial. I know what he wants and I won't be giving him what he wants. So do what you wish to me, I will not break to a coward's blade. I am an Orc, blood of Malacath and true ruler of this island."

The Brinehammer sailed towards Nchardak, the Dwarven ruins on the eastern coast of Solstheim.

Lhotun was quite impressed with the sunken ruins, never having seen anything like it in his life. "By the gods..."

"The City of a Hundred Towers." Deros explained. "It was said to be one of the greatests of the dwemer's archives."

"Archive? What, like a library? I thought that this place would be full of weapons, we came here to steal dwarven artillery." The Captain was midly confused and pissy.

"Don't worry, the Dwemer kept their archives throughly guarded with enough defenses to discourage adventurers from plundering them for millenium." Deros explained. "We'll find what we came here for, just...probably not as easily as you may have hoped."

Lhotun shrugged. "I never thought that it was going to be easy. My uncle told me about his adventures into dwarven ruins and they always sounded really dangerous and equally as exciting. I know it will be tough, but we'll get it done."

The Dunmer could see a spark in the youth's eyes. It was that naive flame of adventure that Shashev had told him about, the reason that the old Reaver decided to join the young Redguard's crew.