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(Denon and Malus are conversing, no?  If not, I can start them on the move for Skaven.)

Ogedei just shook his head and headed towards the city.

The Orcs were putting down the rebellion in plain sight, slaughtering any Bretons who still stood. They were using steel weapons, that were relatively ineffective against the Orcish gear of the Orsimer.

"Greetings my good man." Said Ogedei with a smile, approaching the most unfazed gate guard ever. Their could be a cortet of lullaby singers out in the city right now, for all the Orc seemed to care. The fighting behind him did not concern him nor required his involvement. His job was gate-guard. Nothing more, nothing less.

"You approach Wayrest, traveler." Said the Orc in the signature throaty, gruff voice of his race. "Are you Blood-Kin?"

''Just say no... ''"Yes." Said Ogdei and, to the Orc's surprise, he pulled his Orcish guantlet off and exposed the tattoo on the back of his right hand. It was some kind of crude sigil done in a dark ink. "These two are with me."

The Orc nodded and waved them through.