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With everyone saddled or ready Lysilde led them onward, towards the east.

Meanwhile further east.

In the Laumer Exarchate the night had fallen and the streets of Tear were once again quiet, just as they had always since the curfew had been initiated.

A lone soldier walked the streets with his curious looking lamp that emitted a cool blue light. It was fashioned to look like a tentacle wrapped around the capsule.

While he walked the light illuminated the windows of the street and it became clear they had been barred shut. There wasn't even a single ray of light that crept out from between those bars. Everyone had long since learned that you did not dare bring attention to yourself in any way when the Laumer were around.

They were a suspicious folk; those Laumer. They had been even before the great calamity, the severing that had left many of them distraught. Back then the city had attempted to use that moment of chaos to free itself from the tyranny of the blue elves. It failed. Horribly in fact. Tear might well have been scarred forever by the reprisals that had been enacted upon her and her people by their desperate and almost suicidal overlords. Yes. It was quite dangerous to be around the Laumer these days. Before they had been a tyranny that deemed itself superior. Now it was like living with an alcoholic power-mad suicidal.

Where the terror had been somewhat predictable before it was now mostly random and purely done out of spite.

Those that could leave, did. Those who couldn't, tried. As such a lot of these houses stood vacant. Some had been ever since the Laumer had first arrived.

The soldier looked at the empty windows of the city and imagined what sort of families might have lived in them. He imagined primitive but happy families. After all, these grey ones seemed capable of happiness as well.

He then stopped in front of an abandoned house and looked up and down the street to see if there was no one else.

Nobody.

With that confirmation he wandered up to the door and used his blade to break open the lock and allowed himself entry into the quiet home that had once been from a wealthy Dunmer family. There was no sound, but it felt as if there was some unseen activity. The ghosts of the past danced in this house, he could feel it. Hidden behind the quiet.

The soldier wandered up the stairs, he could feel the dust that had collected on the railing as he ascended to the first floor.

The house had been left in a hurry. A toy left behind on the stairs made that clear to him, as well as the opened drawers and cupboards in the bedroom.

"So many things are lost..." He said out loud to himself. Speaking in the language of this world. It somehow seemed appropriate.

His eyes lingered on the cot in the corner and he was overcome with feelings he did not know he had.

6th of Sun's Dusk

It had been nearly a week since the problem with that weird mage, or rather those two mages. Shimmerene was but a day's ride away now that they had once again entered the large forest of Malderene. Safe from reality shifts and temporal rifts this time.

It still made Helian uncomfortable. Lysilde meanwhile seemed quite neutral about it. Instead focused on getting to the port as quickly as possible.