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"What would those rumors be?" He asked. However, before the inn keeper could reply, a group of large and bulky men entered the inn. All hooded, shady individuals.

Arnaud recognized them. He put his cup of ale to the side as he stood right in front of the group, crossing his arms.

"Arnaud Lafay?" One of them sked in a raspy voice.

"Perhaps." Arnaud replied, grinning.

"You haven't lost that smug attitude of yours, Arnaud." The man removed his hood, revealing a bushy brown beard and a man's face. From his facial structure and wrinkles, it could be seen that he was in his mid forties or fifties. He had a long scar through his eye, which, instead of the amber coloured pupil in the other eye, made way for a whitened pupil, hinting the man was blind in that eye.

The man's apparel consisted of ebony armor and black cloack. A large, ebony greatsword with some sort of fire enchantment, whoch looked quite menacing.

"Well.. It seems that scars don't heal, do they?"

"I'm certain you are.. Aware of why we are here."

"If we fight, let's not do it here in the middle of all these people, shall we?"

The man looked at his group, as if considering Arnaud's proposal. They all nodded.

"Fine."

"Splendid."

With that, both Arnaud and the group, accompanied by the strange man, left the inn, and started walking in the forest close to town until Falkreath was out of sight.

Arnaud was walking in front of the group, until he stopped on a smal, open place in the forest. Silence and peace ruled here.

"Here.." Arnaud simply said. He started walking around the open space, grabbing various daggers from his sheath as he dropped them on random spaces.

The group of ebony clad warriors were discussing something, as they were puzzled as to why Arnaud was doing this.

Soon, the open space was littered with daggers, and they didn't seem to run out. Arnaud eventually stopped, and crossed his arms as he stood about 20 meters away from them.

The man with the beard spoke first. "Arnaud! You killed Pontius Picard, you betrayed us, and you stole on of our relics!" The man drew his greatsword and pointed it at the young adult, who merely smirked. "But littering daggers, hoping for us to step on them, won't save you from your punsihment! The vampires will win!" Wuth that, the nord issued a battle cry, and his group and him started sprinting at him, all clad in powerful gear and weapons.

Arnaud held up his hand, as a red glow surrounded his fingers. "Alexander Ferrais.." The daggers that were littered around suddenly floated across the open space slowly, and their sharp blades were slowly turning towards the group. "I'm afraid that your litlle group.." The blades, with a mere signal of Arnaud,s hand, shot in the eye splits of one warrior, which entered the frontal lo