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"Where is your home?" Elisiv asked.

The yellow dragon banner of Drakefell hung over the outer gates as they went up the road that led to the Plains District.

The winding road was well protected with walls surrounding both sides and guards atop the battlements looking over every newcomer to the city. The guards didn't stop the Companions, since as soon as they spotted Randagulf they knew that they could trust this group of people.

"The city is not as impressive as Vindhelm. Though this high fort is pretty impressive." Jofrodr noted.

The jarl's steward approached them. "Rolf..." He addressed the bald captain. He then looked to the other Companions. "and company. Does your presence here mean that our little Orc problem has been taken care of?"

Captain Rolf reached into his horse's pack and pulled out a blood stained piece of fabric. He threw it to the steward's feet. It was the white banner of Akul Khazak, with the crude depiction of an wooden pallisade at the center. He had claimed it from the longhouse before departing the stronghold. "The Orc stronghold is no more, Jafnhárr."

Jafnhárr knelt and picked up the banner to look at it, then said. "Jarl Skuld will be most pleased."

"Good for her, now where is our reward?" Helgi said bluntly. The fighting and the journey had made him eager to just head home.

"We will provide the reward, as promised. We need only the report from your Captains as to the number of Orcs killed." The steward replied.

"We'll do you one better." The envoy from Jorrvaskr said and handed him the Harbinger's signed report. "Harbinger Randagulf himself sighed this report of the head count of dead Orcs."

The steward took it and gave it a look over. "Oh, that many...ah. I will need to speak to the Jarl."

"You better not try to rip us off, Jafnhárr. Good men died to complete this mission, Captain Heimir and Huntmaster Tranin included." Rolf said.

The steward seemed to shocked by the news. "Heimir...is dead?"

"An Orc took his head clean off during an ambush." Rolf motioned his finger over his neck.

"I'll...I'll speak to the Jarl. Please, just wait out here in the courtyard." The steward turned his heel and went back into the Tower of Dawn.

Skorm rode hard along the dirt road through the forest and made for the hamlet. Elder Jóarr of Bjarveltask had sent guards to patrol the southern lands. The housecarl hoped that some of those guards were protecting the hamlet when the attack started, or they might not make it in time.

The three housecarl had come with Þuli and other soldiers, but they had split up to cover more ground upon witnessing all the destruction at the other farms. So the three of them were alone for now, unless Þuli and the soldiers were alerted.

"Come on." Skorm urged his horse to go faster, but the beast was already in a full sprint. It couldn't go any faster.

After a few minutes of frantic riding through the trail, Skorm broke through the forest and onto the hamlet. What he found were a group clad in elegant white armor attacking the defenseless farmers.

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"Agrunac, report." The Dwemer heard the voice in his head. The Calling was an ability the Dwemer possessed that allowed them to communicate with one another telepathically.

"We are riding up to the farm as planned. We are about to reach you. Make sure that the preparations are set. I am in a group of three. The two humans with me will be out for blood." Agrunac reported.

"Understood. We have the body ready for dumping and our aircraft is on standby for pick up to the east of the farm. Do your best to hinder the humans without breaking your cover. We must not let any of our men fall here or our plot will be discovered." The Dwemer spy explained.

"I will not let that happen. For Kagrenzel." Agrunac said and the communication ended.