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The old man glanced sideways at the Dunmer, guiltily thinking of all the scribing he was skipping out on, allowing his curiousity to get the better of him.

"I might as well take a look." Lambert said. "Szeth." He beckoned the Nord again.

The servant, who was humorously standing in a dark corner, his back to the wall, clutching Lambert's supplies to his chest, sighed, and rejoined the Greybeard.