All was quiet in the night as the wind swept through the ancient city of Markarth. The soft footfalls of the guards that patrol the night washed streets were the only other sound that could be heard as the residence all slept in their homes after a hard days work.
“Not yet my friends!” A tall figure stood in the shadows by the entrance of Markarth's ancient ruin. Behind the figure stood a group of smaller figures. “Soon, the final piece will come into play and only then, shall we take back what is ours!”
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The sun was rising over the city of Whiterun. The night shift guards were swapping their duties with the day shift and the markets and shops were starting to open for business.
“According to what I have managed to find out is that the closest ruin from here is Raldbthar but that is still a fair bit away.” A thoughtful Khajiit woman was mulling over a map at a table inside the Bannered Mare Inn. The Khajiit was called Kai'ra. A hired mercenary who had been in the employment of an Argonian scholar and Dwemer researcher. “what is your opinion H'sst? Shall we go there? Or search for something closer?”
Her employer took a swig of mead and wiped his face. “Xhu.” he nodded in response to Kai'ra's question. Kai'ra looked confused at his reply. “Yes? To what? Going to Raldbthar or finding a closer place?” H'sst just smiled in response which caused the Khajiit to snort in annoyance. The Argonian chuckled silently at his friend and employee's annoyance and apologised by giving her his sweet roll in which she reluctantly accepted, quelling her sweet tooth a little begrudgeonly.