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Hannibal continued on through the forests of south Skyrim. From the mammoth's back he could see over the tops of trees. There were several structures in each direction, but nothing notable. Murphy's stomping made a racket. Hannibal didn't doubt one could hear the giant footfalls for hundreds of yards.

Vance continued onward towards the fort. He wasn't eager to return, he'd been away for some time. Ever since what the Dawnguard brass refered to as his "idotic mistake" or "major screw-up" he'd been pretty much outcast. His legend persisted- the fearless warrior who slew legions of undead. Yet there was an undeniable stain upon him. It was how he got the bullshit assignment to go hunt imaginary werebears anyway.