A/n: HUN KAAL ZOOR! (Hero, Champion, Legend) @Exactingspoon has arrived from the Halls of Shor! All Hail!
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Winterhold is one of the most historically rich places no only in Skyrim but also on the continent as a place of war and struggle.
In the Merethic Era, Saarthal was sacked and the Atmorans were killed off by the Snow Elves for Ysgramor to sail back to Atmora and bring his five hundred companions to hunt down all the Snow Elves to extinction.
In the First Era, Winterhold was also home to a great rebellion during the Reman Dynasty when the Nord fought off the Akaviri Dragonguard of the Reman Empire to Sky Haven Temple in the Reach and the rebellion ended with the Sack of Winterhild.
Years followed and many kings rose and fell in the snowy lands of Winterhold yet the hold ever stood proud even after the Great Collapse in the Fourth Era and until the famed Thane of Winterhold, Jon Dare, came along.
The progress seen in Winterhold after year 4E 196 can't be anything other than revolutionary. An industrial age popped up out of nowhere when one young man arrived at Winterhold with a heavy sack of gold and decided to kick off his business by making the College of Winterhold pay to his Bathhouse.
None was sure how but in the span of two years, things got really exciting and the money flowed like water in Winterhold but so did blood. Winterhold was to break itself free from the clutches of the Pirates and maneuver through political storm prior to a soon expected civil war.
To the common folk and the simple people, Winterhold was stepping in the right direction. It may have had many issues at the beginning but as the immigration was controlled and the business was expanded, work never ended. Faction grew inside the hold like the gangs of the New World but nothing was unexpected, a single Dare Trooper or a Hold Guard in the street was enough to put the dogs in their places.
This was all thanks to Thane Jon Dare, the one who resurrected the dying Winterhold and ruled it with the image of the Benevolent Tyrant.
Funny… Benevolence and Tyranny were qualities that would counter each other especially in Rulers yet Jon has mastered the way of the Benevolent Tyrant to a scary degree, he would go around and pat the heads of orphans but a single glare from him was enough to make the older men shiver. In Winterhold, it was no secret when it comes to how traitors and enemies were handled. The Black Room for a light lesson, the Sea of Ghosts for the annoying bastards.
But now, things are much different.
Jon Dare was not around, he was presumed dead and then rumors spread about him being captured by an evil cult. This was not the end of the rumors. The Dare Dragon Company tried to control that particular rumor from doing damage but it spread like Wildfire, Jon Dare is not Jon Dare but Jonhild Firemane, the long lost cursed child of Clan Firemane, the son of the Bloody Hilda and the King of Ash, Hilda and Jonrad Firemane.
The family was insanely on bad terms with every law court in Skyrim. Jonrad Firemane, wanted by the Thalmor of the Aldmeri Dominion as an ex-Blade and by the Crowns of Hammerfell for Murder as well as many other secret charges with various underground organizations. Hilda Firemane was wanted for Piracy and Murder by Hammerfell, the County of Bruma and the Aldmeri Dominion. Jonhild Firemane was simply wanted for being alive and later, the crime of Necromancy was added to his list.
The small family has gained a new title among the people, they are now called [Skyrim's Most Wanted].
Indeed, there was a fierce competition between the father, mother and son trio on whose bounty was higher and all conquered the three top spots with 12000 Septim for Hilda, 14000 for Jonrad and 18000 for Jon giving him a bounty higher than that of a mad Giant Horde which was 15000.
Of course, not all courts in Skyrim could hang such a bounty. Eastmarch, the Rift and the Pale were supporting Jon against the Thalmor; the Reach and Haafingar, Hjaalmarch and Whiterun holds didn't even bother commenting and dropped the charges and the bounty without a second thought; only Falkreath put on the wanted posters for one day then dropped them the next day after Falk Firebeard appearing with a grim face in front of the Jarl's Longhouse.
Outside Skyrim, the forces associated with the matter showed various responses. In the Empire, a dispute happened in the Imperial Palace itself and the matter was dismissed after a petition of the East Empire Company yet that didn't stop the wanted posters from being officialised even though no action was to be taken. In Morrowind, the Redoran Government didn't even acknowledge the crimes. In Summerset Isles, a force consisted of several Thalmor Arch Wizards took a long scale Portal to the Aldmeri Dominion territory in Tenith and are expected to arrive in Skyrim once they recover their Magicka by the next day.
***
Alina sat behind the CEO's desk organizing the reports in front of her with a grim face. Her father Sigurd stood beside the window gazing at the town from Jon's high office while Jonrad was silently closing his eyes while sitting on a chair at the corner.
"So, these are the demands? I expected something as extreme as cut off your heads and present them on plates of silver." Sigurd said.
"It is not much different than what they demanded 15 years ago." Jonrad calmly replied.
The two were talking about the list of the demands presented by the messenger that arrived in Winterhold yesterday.
A lot has happened. Ever since Jon's kidnapping accident, putting off the fire resulted by the rumors was all that the Dare Dragon Company, the Firemanes and the Moonblades were focusing on. The populace in Winterhold was at a climax point of tension and things may turn chaotic any second.
The problem with Winterhold was its fast growth in population. Those people who came from everywhere were not like the loyal locals of Winterhold and a single bad thing may cause them to pack and leave. Now that Jon Dare was officially wanted by the Thalmor for some sort of prophecy and the use of Undead made things way worse. The locals didn't even bother listening to the rumors but the new immigrants were all tensed up.
Not long after the rumors and Jon's disappearance, news arrived to Winterhold about a large number of the Hidden Clan of Skyrim as well as some Mercenaries all in cahoots with the Thalmor have formed an Alliance. Ironically, they called it the 'Dragon Hunt Alliance', a force consisted of 15'000 men started making camps in the Pale. Jarl Korir tired to make contacts with Jarl Skald but the roads were cut off through the west of Winterhold, the Wayward Pass and groups of Bandits appeared in the south around Fort Kastav keeping the roads unsafe and the Imperial Legion occupied. Of course, everyone knew who are these bandits.
By doing so, Winterhold land roads were all cut by the 'Dragon Hunt Alliance', two days later, they sent out a list of demands to Winterhold.
The first was to disband the [Dare Corps] and to hand lay down the weapons. The second was to open the gates of Winterhold and Neo Saarthal then kick out all the population with nothing but what a man can carry. The third was to hand over all the possessions of Jonhild Firemane and that includes all the Elder Scrolls he possessed so far. The fourth was the relevance of Jonhild's location and the identities of the Mysterious Mage that appeared in the fight against the vampires. The fifth was to cripple the Magicka Center of Jonrad Firemane, Hilda Firemane, Tyr Firemane, Tormund Firemane, Sigurd Moonblade and some other key figures and hand them over to the 'Dragon Hunt Alliance'. The sixth was the transfer of the [Dare Dragon Company] and all its possessions with the [Dare Fleet] on top of them to the Alliance. The Seventh was the complete uninvolvement of the College of Winterhold and Arch Wizard Nurina Aren.
These were the seven top demands and what followed was not much different. Of course, Alina didn't put much effort into reading the papers.
"With the 'Tower of Music' standing in the middle of Neo Saarthal, I am not even considering that their numbers are 5000 more than ours. I am sure that with the surveillance system Jon installed around the Hold, they won't even be able to tell our real number." Alina said.
That was why Sigurd and Jonrad were around her all the time.
The so-called Dragon Hunt Alliance has tried so hard to push as many spies and troublemakers as possible in the walls of Winterhold and Neo Saarthal but the secret surveillance and Facial Recognition enchantments were catching spies like a mosquito trap while Jonrad, Sigurd and Tyr were taking turns to take care of them.
Alina kept the device Jon created under the vault a secret from anyone and connected it to a Light Screen so she can use it from afar.
By all that, the secrets about the 'Tower of Music' and the true power of the [Dare Corps] was kept a tight secret. After all, 8000 against 15000 is a fair match when the 8000 are in their forts and defending.
Not only that, in the past few days, Alina was making her own measurements that Jon didn't come up with. She was planning for a real slaughter.
"Skadi and Father got really busy with that thing you asked them to do." Jonrad mentioned.
"Well of course, managing 'that sort' of refugees will need a special set of skills that only those two happened to have. And by the way, how is Hilda doing?" Alina said.
"She is calm but doesn't speak a lot. Ever since what happened in the Reach, she isn't really in the mood to do anything. Well, at least she is taking care of the kids and Jullanar."
"Good, we need someone as strong as her to stay in Winterhold."
"Believe me she won't stay. As soon as this starts, she will take her axe and chop some heads."
"... Sounds like her… and Jon… and you too, uncle."
"Ahaha, not true. I burn people, girl." Jonrad said with a hearty laugh.
"Yes… tell me, uncle. That thing that you call 'Labour', how dangerous it is?" Alina asked.
"Sigh! Very dangerous just like any other deal you strike with the Daedra. You should know yourself since your eyes… you know." He said.
"Yes… I got to admit, I hated what my eyes do but I was embracing them lately."
"Embracing?" Sigurd frowned and joined the conversation.
"Ehm… on a certain prisoner. I can now control the output of my eye powers." Alina said.
Sigurd looked at his daughter and nodded slightly. She always kept using her eyes a last resort card but now she had an object of to pour her hate on. He heard that she used her eyes on a certain prisoner on a daily basis.
Hate is a strong force and the most negative of all. Sadly, nothing can heal it other than letting it all out.
"We deviated from the subject." Sigurd himself pushed the bad thoughts away, "As a man who I consider my rival, I find it weird that you didn't boast about your Labour in front of me. That's what are you good at, right? Boasting."
Jonrad would normally come up with a savage comeback to Sigurd's provocations but he merely nodded.
"That's not something I boast with."
Sigurd raised his brows to Jonrad's calm reply.
"Can you tell us, uncle?" Alina asked.
"Yeah… you know Tyr and I have a friend who we met in the Great War."
"Yes, you call him Glemt. The robed man who can cast that insanely powerful magic." Alina heard the tale.
"Well, he goes by many names as he is a drifter. It is thanks to him and Tyr as well as some other people that a strong Prophecy called the 'Culling', orchestrated by the Daedric Prince Boethiah, was stopped during the Great War. I was doing the clean up in the Imperial Palace after that and I got my hands on many clues that involved me with the Daedra… not directly at first.
Later, to what happened in Hammerfell after Jon was born, I went back to Skyrim but Hilda didn't listen to me and kept going with her rage and piracy. I knew things deteriorated badly so I returned back to High Rock to continue my studies. At year 4E 188, I met a certain Priestess of Boethiah and some of my stupid actions has put me in no position but to act as the Daedra's hands.
Boethiah is one of the Daedra Princes who loves to see Nations and Organizations rise and fall and my seven tasks, which is the common number of tasks to all Labours, were about pushing some Organization out of power." Jonrad said as he spaced out remembering what he did.
"Which Organization?" Alina asked.
Jonrad smiled before replying with a grim voice.
"The Dark Brotherhood."
"..." "..."
Alina and her father turned silent.
"I won't tell much about that tale but this is a tale of no heroes. Only darkness and death wrote it as its characters were people who were more evil than each other. I met Glemt at High Rock at that time and luckily, he assisted me when our goals met. He was hired by a man called Uther to track down the Dark Brotherhood assassin who killed his daughter, my labours were in line all along until the last. We found out that Uther's daughter was not killed by the assassins but rather, she was the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood… the last Listener, Alisanne Dupre. Uther wanted his daughter dead and so did Boethiah…"
"... And?"
"... I burned the girl to death."
Silence took over for a while until Jonrad decided to speak again.
"In Labours, there is only the ending that fits the Daedra the most. My Labour ended the core power of the Dark Brotherhood in Cyrodiil as Boethiah wanted. In Jon's case, who knows what a Daedra like Azura wants!" Jonrad said.
The three turned to the window to look at the gigantic Shrine of Azura that was over there on the mountain not too far from Winterhold.
As they were silent, the door to the room was knocked and Sev the secretary walked in.
"Lady Alina, Lady Aela has arrived and the 'Hasty Bee' also arrived. Lady Vittoria Vici and Captain Ongeim are on their way."
Sev reported and let Aela in.
As Aela walked in and put down the thick hood over her head, she took a look around and saw Jonrad and Sigurd.
"Well-met, uncles." She greeted them with an awkward face.
Aela was not one of the most active figures around Winterhold so she met Jonrad and Sigurd only two times before. She also mistook Jonrad of Jon once.
The two nodded to her and she walked to Alina.
"Sister, it is good to see you again." Alina said.
"You too, sister. I came with news." Aela replied.
"Let's hear it."
"The Companions has agreed to your contract and after we considered the power of Winterhold based on what we saw, we going to back Winterhold up."
"Thank you, Aela. This is really good to hear."
Alina was delighted to have the Companions support in the upcoming battle. She couldn't risk hiring mercenaries as Winterhold appeared to be in a dire situation from outside and revealing strategic information about the real power of Winterhold was too risky.
As the girls spoke, some loud noises came from outside as few guards walked in behind Vittoria Vici and Ongeim. Somehow, even Nurina and Wulfur showed up.
"What is the big situation?" Aela asked.
"Something that Jon asked for." Alina said and received the people coming in the room.
The guards put down a medium sized chest and left the room, Alina closed the door herself and sealed the room with a spell.
"So, girl. Is that it?" Nurina asked Vittoria.
"Yes… this is the item Jon wanted… I can't believe we actually managed to pull that one off." Vittoria said with a pale face.
"Relax, no one could even find out that it disappeared and no one even found out that we were in Morrowind." Ongeim said.
"You had the best of [Team 0] with you after all." Wulfur remarked.
"Still, I am surprised. One needs a really strong nerve to steal one of Morrowind's National Treasures." Jonrad said.
"National Treasure?" Aela was the only one who didn't know what's going on.
"Ah! Right, I told you a week ago that Jon wanted a certain item from the city of Blacklight, the capital of Morrowind." Alina said.
"Yes, you said Captain Ongeim and Miss Vici were on it." Aela confirmed.
"Well… we had to steal it as negotiations would take weeks." Vittoria was still pale.
"Open the chest." Nurina seemed eager to see what's inside.
Nurina nodded and used the spell that can unlock the 'Containment Chest'. While holding their breath, the eight people in the room held their breath as they looked inside.
"... A dagger?" Aela raised her brows as she saw the dagger made of a Dwemer metal handle and a blue crystal blade.
"Not just any dagger but officially the most dangerous Dagger in the World." Alina said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you [Keening]."
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*1st of First Seed (March), 4E 199 - Winterhold*
It was all official now. The forces of the so-called Dragon Hunt Alliance have marched in the hold of Winterhold Winterhold from the west and will arrive at Neo Saarthal by tomorrow. The Jarl and the DDC (Dare Dragon Company) have issued a warning and let everyone behind the walls. The three main settlements of Winterhold City, Saarthal Fortress and Whispering Town have all fortified themselves according to regulations and the drills which were installed in case things like that happened.
The main battlefield was, of course, going to be west to Neo Saarthal.
Winterhold's landscape was a really good factor and its supportive role is critical in the defensive plan. As the hold was really tight on roads especially in the eastern side, an army of 15'000 can only move in a large field or it would lose the numerical advantage. This made both Winterhold City and the Whispering Town safe for now.
Of course, the defense forces of Winterhold had to be ready for any fast raids from the back if the enemy wanted to send an attachment through the mountain roads, that's why Alina made sure to leave a 1000 Dare Trooper in a fortified area near the Whispering Town and Winterhold City to protect the south.
The remaining 7000 were fortifying Neo Saarthal.
It was known that the combined forces of the Firemanes and the Moonblades were only 3000 men while only 1000 should be working for the DDC so Alina made a public recruitment announcements and some propaganda to cover the sudden increase of the numbers as a Local Militia consisted of 4000 men to cover up any legal issue that might occur later on.
The mercenaries that Alina managed to hire were none other than the Companions and they sent 300 strongmen whose value rivaled 2000 normal soldiers.
***
The initial attack plan of the 'Dragon Hunt Alliance' was to rely on the defense holes in Neo Saarthal and break through its walls. The city was newly built and its defenses shouldn't be that perfect just yet. Still, things proved challenging.
The estimated number of the defense forces of Winterhold should be over at the very least 5'000. Attacking with 15'000 should be akin to bullying.
The 'Dragon Hunt Alliance' was not an official campaign or anything rather than a bandit raid. The laws of the Empire and the Kingdom of Skyrim forbade such an unlicensed force to gather in one place, which meant the clans forming the alliance have a little time to act and be done with the threat of Winterhold and Jonhild Firemane.
The main reason why they were doing such a bold thing was the two Hidden Clans that were annihilated by the Firemanes and the DDC which are the Bloodsail and the Black-Bone clans. Those two clans involved themselves against Jonhild Firemane and disappeared from the face of Nirn because of it. This was why Jon was rumored as the Cursed Child between the Clans.
The other force at play other than the Hidden Clans was the Thalmor, they pretty much have a massive grudge with the Firemanes and Jon's family. Leaving such a dangerous person alive was out of the question.
The Thalmor used the same tactic they used 18 years ago when they chased Hilda through Skyrim. They were involved under disguise as mercenaries wearing leather armors and black robes.
By doing so, they gathered 9 hidden clans with animosity towards the Firemanes and participated in the chase 18 years ago.
These clans were Wind-Wolf, Ice-Hair, Far-Winter, Ironblood, Thorn-Shield, Blackblade, Stormfist, the Kragr and the Nikkr. Nine of the most notorious clans who had a long history of violence and bloodshed.
These clans alongside the Thalmor have all gathered in the western borders of Winterhold near the ancestral home of the moonblades.
The old Patriarch of the Nikkr Clan met in the central tent with the other leaders, he was infuriated for some reason.
"Damn them all to Oblivion. I thought this was the end of that Moonblade brat yet he chose to abandon his home and flee! AAAH!" Skap the Old slammed the table in front of him.
"What's with the old fool?" A certain young girl sitting among the leaders asked.
"Old blood with the Moonblades. Sigurd Moonblade has killed three of his sons." A middle-aged man replied.
These were the Young Ogra of the Stonefists of Whiterun and Hagi of the Blackblades of Riften.
"Would you please quit making a ruckus. We can't delay any longer than this." Another figure entered the tent and spoke, it was a tall woman with golden skin and pointy ears.
"This is not your business to decide, elf! We move when we want to move." Skap the Old tried to let his frustration on the High Elf woman.
The woman's beautiful face showed a calm smile and nodded. She then turned to the other leaders.
"I suppose that we all are aware that time is of the essence and as you all know, we sent many people to gather information about Winterhold yet it has been three days and no one returned."
"I don't like it." Orga Stormfist said.
"In that case, let's do with what we have. The people of Winterhold must be very wary and has already started their defensive measures. Even though we cut the roads, we can't cut the sea in front of their [Dare Fleet]. The road between Winterhold and Neo Saarthal is a mountain valley between two cities so it can't be raided which means we have no hope in cutting their supply. Sadly, we don't have time for that and we will need to finish them off in one day." The High Elf took the lead of the meeting anyway.
"Let's just blast the walls with any spell or shout it down." Tofa Far-Winter said.
"A nice idea that we surely will be using." The High Elf remarked sarcastically, "What we don't know is how Winterhold will respond. I am sure they are very well prepared to face us with all what they have and that includes Master Wizards from the College of Winterhold. My master will be arriving tomorrow with Ten of Arch Wizards who just arrived from Alinor to oversee the operation."
The Nords didn't comment on that.
Ten Arch Wizards is an overkill. Winterhold's College has only five not including the mysterious woman that appeared at the Battle of Forsworn Jon-Dare and fought the Vampires forcing them to retreat.
No matter how much distrust the Nords had towards the High Elves, the number of Arch Wizards showed the power of the Dominion. Of course, that was nothing compared to the war machine of a large nation but it was still a lot.
Winterhold needs a true miracle to stop this force.
"At the meantime, we have our Battlemages and your Voice Masters. I am sure any interference from above won't be necessary." The High Elf said, "Now to the important part."
A map was laid down on the table.
"This is Neo Saarthal as our scouts could draw from afar. The one who designed the city was clearly not an expert so he made two later of walls with ten meters between them and bridges to link the front and the back battlements. The two walls are connected to the mountains that were somehow cut cleanly by some magic we don't know about to make it impossible to climb. One of the reasons that took us too long to decide a campaign was the unknown methods and of Winterhold."
"What about that?" Orga the Young pointed at the center of Neo Saarthal.
"A tower of some sort. If my guess is correct, Winterhold is trying to use some large scale magic but the basis is wrong. First of all, the tower is not complete as they built its inner parts hurriedly without focusing on the outer stone part. It is mostly exposed and whoever goes up there will be hunted by any good mage." The High Elf said.
"Shouldn't they know that too?" Orga questioned.
"Of course, but they are desperate. Their good ships can't work against a large scale land attack so we are expecting that they will flee using the sea in the end. We have no method to stop them if the battle was dragged to the sea and frankly we have the time but as long as the Arch Mages arrive tomorrow, there will be no escape for them."
The High Elf was confident and so were the Clans.
"What if they tried to face us on the ground?" Orga asked.
"Then it would be their funeral." The reply was immediate.
"You sure?" Orga the Young questioned, "As far as I know, the Firemanes, the Moonblades and the Company of Winterhold are no easy opponents. They will fight with everything they got and will fight desperately."
Orga the Young of Clan Stormfist was questioning a lot. At first, she seemed an immature brash young girl but in reality, she was a shrewd and a scary person.
The High Elf woman kept her cool in front of Orga's piercing gaze and smiled wider.
"No matter what happens tomorrow, the result is set in stone." The High Elf said and turned to the others.
"Tomorrow, we will rush Neo Saarthal and Winterhold, the battle plan will be decided at tonight's meeting once the last of the scouts return. And as promised, the Clans can share all the Gold and Silver inside those walls. Our aim is any Magical Tomes and Scrolls so we won't be sharing your loot. I hope everyone here is pleased with our deal."
The Nords smiled and looked at each other in a cheerful air, the word 'Loot' was indeed music to their ears.
The High Elf woman sneered in her head and walked out of the tent. Orga the Young kept glaring at her then clicked her tongue.
"I don't like that bitch." She said.
***
Back at her tent, the High Elf woman dropped all masks. She massaged her stiff face that was already hurt from putting on a fake smile all day long.
She sat on her table preparing her reports to the High Ups who were interested in the matter regarding Jon Dare. She wasn't feeling good about the whole thing from the start as every time the Thalmor went after Jon, they were always bested by him.
He had an advantage, something they don't know of and they can't tell what is that. Many evidence was there, the mysterious fleet, the cleanly cut mountain, the spies that disappear the moment they step foot in Winterhold. Nothing was normal.
In her opinion, they shouldn't have pursued Jon Dare from the start. A human with a strong fate like that should be avoided but it was all too late now, the best course of action is to eliminate him.
She was about to continue writing the reports but a voice interrupted her.
"My Lady, it is Calion."
"Come in." She said and looked up for a high elf in leather armor to walk in.
It was one of her subordinates. A confident man but somehow he seemed flustered.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Eh… my lady… Jonhild Firemane was sighted in Winterhold."
"What?" She jumped up from her chair with her eyes wide open.
He is here? The vampires let him go or did he escape?
The High Elf woman didn't know how to react but she remembered something.
"Wait! How can that be? Haven't all our spies get caught?"
"Yes. It was not the spies' report. It was the scouts'."
"The scouts?!"
What was strange about it was that the scouts were mostly stationed a mile away from Neo Saarthal and Winterhold hid in the terrain and using their spyglasses to monitor the enemy.
"Yes… he was very notable as he made a flashy entrance."
"A flashy entrance!" The woman was taken aback, "The fool! He should have kept himself hidden if he wanted to fight us seriously."
"Well… here is the thing. The scout said that Jonhild Firemane looked at him right in the eye from a mile away then… he made a rude sign."
"A rude sign?"
"Yes… a middle finger sign."
"Ah! You mean he flipped the bird?"
"... My lady… I…"
"I was once a soldier, Calion. Don't worry about it. So, is there anything else?"
"..."
"Calion!"
"Excuse me, my lady. He left a message for you."
"Who? Jonhild Firemane? For me?" She was taken aback once again. "Where is it?"
Calion felt awkward before replying.
"In the sky, my lady. He wrote it with some Magic."
The woman narrowed her eyes and stood up, she walked out of her tent to see Orga the Young waiting for her.
"So… if it is not her ladyship. Ahahaha! I knew something was wrong about you."
Orga laughed hard as she pointed to the sky.
Indeed, there was a red cloud formed as words flying towards the 'Dragon Hunt Alliance' camp.
The words were clear as day.
[Fuck Off, Elenwen!]
Elenwen's face froze. She, the Thalmor Ambassador, was keeping her identity a secret from those Nords to keep no physical evidence about the Thalmor's involvement but now… things went rather open.
Her stiffened expressions became indifferent as she looked away.
"Jon Dare indeed... I'll fucking kill you."
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