Corvus wakes up and finds himself lying on a wool mattress. As he attempts to get up, he groans a little and touches the wound he sustained from his fight with Javajj earlier. Fortunately, it was already bandaged up. As he looks around, he finds himself in a cave and as he looks to his left and right, the dead bodies of the two nord assassins lies beside him. But to the very right end of the cave, he sees a pit of dead bodies. Some corpses are missing their arms, legs, heads, and even torsos. As he gets up from the mattress, he sees the same beggar sitting right across him. The beggar stands up and gestures to follow him. Corvus stands up and does so. He followed the beggar into a what appears to be a larger cave with many other beggars. Some of them either huddled by the wall or gave Corvus a stink eye as he passes by. They walk passes dining area where the beggars sitting on rotten and unsanitary table. As he took a closer look, Corvus notices several beggars are eating meats that don’t resemble an animal. One of them is eating a human arm, another eating a leg, and one eating two livers. Then they pass by some beggars praying and kneeling at large statue. The statue is of a woman crouching with tentacles behind her back. The right arm of the statue noticeably more decayed than the left arm. They eventually reached outside and Corvus finds himself overlooking the valley of the reach from the side of a mountain. A few beggars are also mingling outside and some of them are tending at a nearby pigeon coops. Some are tying small scrolls around the pigeons and others untying the scrolls from the pigeons. One beggar set a pigeon to flight. Amongst the beggars is an orc, dressed in long rags and wearing an ornate jeweled circlet on his head. He is also wearing a pair of gilded wrist guards on his wrists. As he is caressing a pigeon, he turns around and sees Corvus approaching with his escorting beggar.
“As I live and breathe! Corvus Rem. The man, the myth, the legend,” the orc exclaimed as he approaches him with the pigeon still in his hands. “Not very good at staying retired, eh?”
“I’m working on it.”
“Out mutual friend here doesn’t remember, but we met many years ago, long before my ascension to the King of Beggars. We met and you gave me a gift, one that would make me a king. You may not remember, but I was standing in an alleyway, and you snuck up on me. Didn’t even hear you coming. They surely don’t call you the master of shadows for nothing. You…gave me this,” the king said with a hint of grudge as he reveals a scar on the right side of his neck. “A gift from the dread father, perfect for every occasion. But you also gave me a choice, stab you in the back and die or keep the pressure on my neck…and live. And I survived. But that was only half of the story. You familiar with the story of Wheedle? The 13th child of the king of Valenwood. He sought his fortune instead of waiting for it to come to him and travelled to seek it. He came across a beggar and saved her from some angry townsman. He asked for her name, and you know what she said? I am Namira. When Wheedle knew who she is, he begged her to take him in as his apprentice, for power and wealth he craved. She ignored him at first, but he followed her for 33 days and night. And then, she accepted him and gave him the power that he sought. The power to afflict himself of any disease and change them at will. The power to evoke pity on anyone. And the power to make anyone disregard of his presence. Wheedle was mad at first, for these are not the kind of power he wanted. But he soon learned the value of Namira’s power, for he can make anyone to give him coins out of pity and hearing secrets without being regarded. I was inspired by Wheedle’s story, and I found this place. Now, I have a new purpose and new powers. Thanks to you and the esteemed lady, no one sneaks up to me again. I am now all seeing, and all knowing.”
“Then you know why I’m here.”
“Aerandil Caemaire,” the King of Beggars said as he put the pigeon back into its coop. “You earned yourself quite a contract. Serious occupational hazard. Eshil, how much for the contract?” The beggar pulls out a copy of the bounty poster and raises it to display the description. “25000 gold, Namira blesses us! We are going to Summerset for this,” the king gleefully remarked.
“I need your help,” as Corvus takes a step, causing the surrounding beggars to reach for their weapons. “You have eyes begging for septims all over Skyrim. I’m thinking you can help me find Aerandil. I need you to move me, through teleportation. Get me close to him.”
“Oh, how splendid! Sithis Incarnate himself, comes begging me for help. Sure, Corvus, sure. Anything for you. Perhaps you would like me to give you a back massage while you’re at it?
“You’re going to help me.” Corvus demanded.
“Just what makes you think I would do that for you?” the king responded with a deathly serious tone.
“Because I’m the only one who can help you,” Corvus insisted. Upon hearing those words, the King of Beggars begins to chuckle and gradually changes into laugh. The King proceeds to return to the cave, still laughing, as Corvus follows him with the other beggars behind him. They arrive at another part of the cave, one that is decorated like an armory.
“You? Help me? How noble of you. So sure of yourself,” as he approached a dirty cabinet while many beggars were arming themselves. Swords, daggers, maces, and axes. All the beggars are almost armed to the teeth. At another corner, a few beggars flourish a few spells from their hands. “Look around you. How much help does it look like I need?” The king then removes part of the rags and replaces it with a fine ornate apparel. “It seems the real question, is who in this wretched world is going to help you.”
Corvus stares at a board the map of Skyrim in the King’s personal chamber. The map contains rough sketches of Aerandil and his close bodyguards with various pinpoints across Skyrim. Next to the map also contains a sketch of Corvus. After looking at the map, he turns to the king.
“A storm is coming. Not just for me, but everyone in Skyrim. The Shadow Continental, and all the cities.”
“Of course, killing the High Chancellor of the Elder Council for the Aldmeri Dominion does create quite a problem,” as the king sat at his throne. “But last I checked; it was your problem. Because none of my people are responsible for sending Ghisiliane Caemaire’s soul to the void.”
“With that being said, Aerandil has her position, and he will use deception to take over the Elder Council, the throne, and Cyrodiil. After that, the Dominion will begin their conquest. He will start with Skyrim. You think he will stop their once he takes over all the major holds?”
“We are always disregarded by society, Corvus. Namira provides. We’ll just have to take care of our own.”
“Oh yeah? For how long? How can you be sure that your lady won’t abandon you? And how much blood? You kill Aerandil, the Empire and the Dominion will come after you. I kill Aerandil, they come after me.”
“The elf offered 25000 gold for your life, Corvus. 25000 gold is a lot of money.”
“So, it seems you have a choice. You want war? Or are you going to give me a blade?” The king ruminated for a moment from his chair. He chuckles a little on Corvus’ offer.
“Somebody please,” he bellowed in from his throne, “Get this man a blade.” He stands up from the throne and they return to the armory. The accompanying beggar pulls a dagger from the shelf and places it on a table.
“Standard orcish dagger, with an enchantment stamina damage. One only.”
“One only?” Corvus questioned.
“This is as far as my generosity extends. Are you taking it?” the king asked. After a moment of hesitation, Corvus reluctantly grabs and sheathes the orcish dagger.
“Let’s go.” The three went to another part of the cave filled with arcane runes. The beggar leads Corvus to stand on one circular rune.
“He’s at Solstice Castle. Also, according to the intel, there are no Thalmor guards. It seems he’s got the Penitus Oculatus instead. Eshil will teleport and guide you to a secret entrance. And do be careful,” as the beggar begin conjuring a spell and the circular rune begins to glow in bright blue colors. “Oh, and one more thing, Corvus. You owe me.”
“You don’t want me owing you,” he candidly responded. A sphere suddenly appears and engulfs the two men and then vanishes.
The guest mingles and drinks at Solstice Manor with its lavish decorations. Members of the Elder Council have travelled from other provinces to commemorate the new High Chancellor. Everyone is conversing with each other and enjoying the foods provided by the host while various Penitus Oculatus stand guards all over the mansion. Aerandil shortly enters with an Altmer woman by his side. The Thalmor is wearing fine ornate clothing as opposed to his regular typical Thalmor justiciar. He grabs a cup of wine from a servant’s platter and raises it in the air. All the guests stop talking and turns to him.
“Tonight, we celebrate the commemoration of a new future for Elder Council. For Cyrodiil. And for Tamriel. We’re also honoring my dear sister, who faithfully served as high chancellor for the elder council. Let us toast in her memory as well. Cheers!” All guests promptly raise their glasses.
Corvus the manor through a hatch in the basement. He climbs out and slowly closes the hatch door. He sneaks through the basement and onto the first floor. He quietly navigates the hallway and narrowly avoids the patrolling Penitus Oculatus and arrives at the main gathering. He blends into the guests and slowly moves around them to find Aerandil. As he draws closer to the center of the room, he sees him talking to an imperial woman. Corvus immediately tries to reach the Thalmor with his hand holding to the orcish dagger. As they are still talking, Aerandil and the woman suddenly turn their heads and fear quickly takes over as he sees Corvus among the crowds. Corvus slowly approaches while the Thalmor maintains his composure and stands his ground with a stare at assassin. Suddenly, all guests turn around and sees Corvus and they quickly move to the side of the room. Corvus soon finds himself in the open, as he stares back at Aerandil with murderous intent. The two continue to stare back at each other as the surrounding Penitus Oculatus approach Corvus. Just as they draw their weapons, Corvus swiftly pulls out the crude dagger and slay the guards in quick succession. The slaughter causes immediate panic amongst the guest and Aerandil immediately flees the scene. Two more guards come running at Corvus and he disarms one of them and grabs one of their short steel swords to makes quick work of them before he immediately pursues the Thalmor. Aerandil quickens his walking pace with his servant accompanying him.
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“Go! Get Malfnir and tell her that Rem is here,” he commanded in a fearful tremble in his voice. The servant quickly casts a teleportation spell and vanishes.
Meanwhile, Corvus continues to decimate 5 Penitus Oculatus in living area of the castle while dodging and countering their attacks. Just then, a firebolt narrowly miss Corvus and he takes cover behind pillar. Corvus brutally jams his short sword at the guard’s leg as he slowly walks by. He quickly pulls the sword and grabs the guard’s right arm before doing a shoulder toss. He thrusts the sword into the guard’s chest and takes a glass dagger from the corpse as replacement of the sword. Two more guards’ rushes in and Corvus quickly cuts them down with his dual wielding daggers and continues to give chase.
Aerandil continues to walk through the castle as the commotions are occurring behind him and several Penitus Oculatus runs past him. He hastens his walking speed as he hears sword clashes becoming gradually closer. “You two, with me,” Aerandil pointed two guards rushing to the fighting and escorts him instead.
Corvus enters a display room with different art pieces as he kills two more guards. As another one rushes towards him, Corvus throws the glass dagger into the guard’s skull and takes his imperial short sword. He uses the short sword to quickly counter another guard’s attack and decapitates him and swiftly dodges an arrow and lunges at the archer by plunging both the sword and orcish dagger into his chest. Another guard casts an ice spike at him, but Corvus barely dodges the attack and casts a draining spell on the guard and causing him to stagger before getting his abdomen swiftly cut open by Corvus, causing the intestines to come out and collapses. Corvus kills another guard as he enters the armor display hall.
As Sithis incarnate continues to decimate the Penitus Oculatus, Aerandil continues to walk away from the chaos with his two escorts. He walks down to the lower level of the castle and walks towards an ancient Nordic door. He quickly pushes through the door and leads to a Nordic Ruins.
Corvus kills 5 more guards in the armory display hall as he discards his new sword right after plunging it in guard’s throat. He counters another ‘s one who attempts to lunge at him and disarms him. He grabs his dagger and uses it to slash 2 more Penitus Oculatus and kills them. He quickly slashes the disarmed guard’s throat and kills another approaching guard by jamming it into his left eye socket. He quickly loots the guard’s corpse and finds a greater soul gem and uses it to recharge the orcish dagger’s enchantment. He makes his way down to the lower level and takes cover behind a wall. As he peeks through the wall, he continues to walk as there seems to be no more Penitus Oculatus running towards him. He then finds the same Nordic door and enters. He soon finds himself in a maze-like catacomb filled with stench and diverging pathways. Corvus slowly walks through the hall and opens another door, which leads to another hallway with even more pathways. Suddenly, he hears a voice calling out to him.
“Corvus, Corvus, Corvus. You don’t get it,” as Aerandil hid in a corner, taunting him. “The marker is complete. You should have just walked away. I have the empire on my back now. Killing will not make the contract void. No, it will make it worse for you. So much worse.” Aerandil gestures with his head to his two Penitus Oculatus escorts to find him. “Corvus, do you know what I think? I think you’re addicted to it. That feeling of vengeance.”
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Malfnir and four elite Thalmor mages arrives through teleportation, with Aerandil’s servant, outside of Solstice Castle. She leads the mages into the castle and upon entering the through the front door, they immediately see countless slain bodies of Penitus Oculatus. They walk through the castle and follows the bloody corpses. They walk to the lower level and eventually arrives at the Nordic ruins as well.
The two remaining Penitus Oculatus slowly walks through one of the pathways. As they pass by a pathway on the right, Corvus jumps out and stabs one of them in the abdomen and slashes the other one in the chest. He grabs the first guard’s right arm and tosses him on the floor and stabs the second guard in the throat before stabbing the first one in the back two times. Corvus continues to walk through the hallways and checking corners to find Aerandil.
“Look at you. No wife. No life. No home.” Aerandil continues to taunt Corvus while hiding behind the wall. “And what do you have? Vengeance…that’s all you have left.”
“You wanted me back,” as he hears Corvus’ voice, who is extremely close. “I’m back.” Aerandil turns around and sees Corvus right behind him. He lunges at him and the two find themselves grappling each other. Aerandil barely breaks free by pushing Corvus to a Nordic trapdoor. The trapdoor activates, causing Corvus to fall to a lower level of the catacomb. Aerandil takes the opportunity to run as Corvus recovers from the fall as the trapdoor closes itself. As Aerandil walks past a couple of pathways, he was suddenly grabbed into corner. His fear quickly fades as he realizes its Malfnir, who puts her index finger on her lip to him.
Meanwhile, one of the elite mages scours through a long pathway in the lower level of the ruins. Suddenly, Corvus jumps at the mage as his invisibility spell broke and grapples the mage. Corvus throws a few punches, but the mage blocks them and casts a couple of lightning bolts, only to miss all of them. The two struggles and crashes to both sides of the wall. Corvus then grabs the mage’s sheathed elven dagger and stabs him two times in the stomach before slitting his neck. Just as Corvus stands up, another mage shows up and casts a stream of frost comes at his way and he barely avoids them by running down into another path. He then quickly recast his invisibility spell. He slowly sneaks down another pathway to track down Aerandil. As he was sneaking, a pile of bones falls further down the pathway. Suddenly, a fireball flies to the bones from another pathway to his left. The mage made himself an easy target by giving up his position, making it a quick work for Corvus as he sneaks up and stabs him in the head. He looks at the pathway the mage came from and sees it goes upward, leading it to the upper level. He runs up the pathway, only to confront the same mage who he barely escaped from earlier. He quickly casts a silence spell on him and the two begin to fight with their blades. The mage manages to block all of Corvus’ attack, which prompts him to grab him instead and does an over shoulder toss to the ground. Corvus then wrestles with the mage on the ground before a fourth mage shows up and casts a gout of flame at their direction. He then uses the mage as a shield to cover himself from the fire as he lies on the ground. The fire incinerates the mage’s body to crisps and Corvus quickly runs at the other mage to stab him in the throat three times. Just as he finishes, he looks up and sees Aerandil and Malfnir. He attempts to give chase, but the bosmer fires two arrows at him. Corvus quickly rolls to cover by a wall. Malfnir puts her hand Aerandil’s shoulder as she quickly guides him back to the tomb’s entrance. The two arrives by the same Nordic doors, but she pushes him past the door instead.
“Go. I’ll stop him,” the bosmer bodyguard gestured with her fingers. After a brief hesitation, Aerandil leaves. Malfnir looks at her bow and drops it to the ground and pulls out a bosmer styled short blade. Corvus runs through the pathways and retraces his way back to the entrance while quickly taking covers to look for ambush. He then sees the Nordic door and rushes towards it. Just as he opens it, he is greeted by Malfnir with a flurry of slashes. Corvus dodges them as she attempts to wound the already tired assassin. He then grabs her arm and tosses her to the ground. She quickly gets back up and barely scratches Corvus as he uses his size to his advantage to counter her short stature. He grabs her shoulder as she repeatedly tries to stab him and tosses her against the wall. Malfnir gets up once again and tries to thrust her blade at his head, only for her arm to be grabbed and broken by Corvus. She screams in pain as he disarms her and takes the blade off her hand. He uses his blade to thrust to her chest, but she blocks it in vain with her left hand. The blade penetrates her hand as Corvus continues to use his strength to pushes her to the wall and pierces it into her aorta. Without hesitation, he pulls the blade out and throws it to the side. Corvus stands up and walks towards the door. As he looks back, she gestures with her fingers one last time.
“Be seeing you,” as she struggles to breath.
“Sure,” as Corvus gestures and leaves her to bleed to death. Corvus slowly walks back to the castle and passes by all the corpses he left behind. He makes his way to the castle exit through the entrance. In the distance, he sees the altmer servant that accompanied Aerandil earlier in the party. Corvus walks up to her aggressively as the servant attempts to cast a teleportation spell, only to be interrupted with her casting hand being grabbed and the orcish blade at her throat.
“Please, have mercy! I’m only a servant,” the servant pleaded.
“Where is he?” Corvus growled.
“Don’t kill me! I beg…”
“Where!?”
“He…he asked me to teleport him to Riften, to the Violet Rift.”
“Teleport me there,” he demanded. The servant nodded, with the blade still at her throat.
Aerandil barges into the Violet Rift and walks up to Nazir at the reception.
“Good evening. Is the manager in?” he demanded with a panting tone.
“Oh, why yes of course. He is in the Ratway, ready to eagerly serve your needs,” Nazir responded with sarcasm.
“The Ratway. As if this place cannot be more disgusting,” the Thalmor responded unter his breath. He travels to the lower level and uses the secret entrance into the main hub. He sees Brynjolf sitting in the corner amongst the other guests in the dining area. He walks up to him aggressively.
“You! I remember you.”
“Well, well. I presume you had a productive evening?” Brynjolf responded without moving from his position. “Seeking a safe haven, I presume?”
“I want you to revoke his standing of this filthy establishment now,” the Thalmor demanded.
“As of this moment, Corvus hasn’t done anything that would broken the rules in this ground.”
“You will do as I say, human. My power from the dominion and high chancellor means I can…”
“Nothing!” Brynjolf casually interrupted him. “Your power means nothing here, dominion or high chancellor. I run THIS kingdom and me alone.”
“Very well. Then enjoy this dung heap of a kingdom while you still can.”
“And you, may enjoy its privileges.”
Nazir is reading his ledgers and letters on his reception desk. He then looks up and his brows furrows as he sees Corvus staggering towards him, visibly wounded and with the orcish dagger in hand.
“Is Aerandil here?”
“He is in the Ratway, waiting for you,” Nazir told him after a few seconds of hesitation. Corvus slowly makes him way to the Ratway, with the blade still in hand. As he arrives to the Ratway, he looks around. Amongst the dining area, he sees Aerandil sitting on one of the tables eating. The Thalmor looks up and sees him, as he adjusts his attire. Corvus slowly walks up to him as a few patrons turn their heads at him, including Brynjolf, Vex, and Delvin. Corvus approaches Aerandil, as he uses a knife to cut piece of meat on his plate and uses a fork to eat it, smugly chewing and looking at Corvus.
“Seasoned lamb leg. I must say, I’m impressed with your human foods,” he said with a grin.
“Corvus,” Brynjolf said in a soft tone.
“The menu here, it is quite a selection.
“Corvus, please listen.”
“I can stay here, for as long as I like. With each time, a different choice without eating the same meal twice.”
“Lad, just…walk away,” Brynjolf implored to Corvus.
“Yes lad,” Aerandil said mockingly. “Turn around and be a good little…” his words are quickly cut short as he felt the dagger violently severs his throat, almost completely decapitating his head as blood spills from his severed arteries. His lifeless then leans back against the chair. The room was filled in silence, as everyone looks at Corvus, with his bloodied blade.
“What have you done?” Brynjolf barely fazed, but with a hint of disappointment.
“Finished it,” Corvus said with cold dead eyes as he set the orcish dagger on the table and proceeds to leave.
“I told you he was gonna do it,” Vex remarked to Delvin.
“Huh, didn’t think he would have the guts,” Delvin said with visible confusion.
“Well, you lost. Pay up." Vex said cheekily."
Corvus slowly walks back to the Violet Rift and is greeted by Nazir, with Corvus’ dog at his side.
“How is he?” he asked.
“Oh, he was a wonderful company. He taught me the fine arts of canine companion.”
“That’s not sarcasm, is it Nazir?”
“Possibly. But not this time Corvus. And I will surely miss him.”
“Thanks. Come boy,” Corvus said, and the dog followed. The two walks out of the Violet Rift and approaches to the carriage driver waiting by the building.
“Where would you like to go?”
“Home…” Corvus mumbled.
After a day’s ride, they arrive back at his burned home in a raining weather. Corvus and his dog goes to the front steps with no front door and walks to the area where it used to be the living room. He looks up as the rain pours and attempts to scrounge the floor, looking for any traces of mementos of his wife. Despair soon overcomes him as he soon realizes there is truly nothing left, and he sits on a burnt chair. He closes his eyes and contemplates what has happened in the last few days as the rain stops pouring. He then reaches for his pocket and looks at his wife’s shattered amulet. He thinks back to what Aerandil said to him back at the Nordic ruins. He was right. He has no home now.
“Corvus?” a voice calls out in a soft tone, interrupting his thoughts. He looks up and sees Nazir standing at the doorway.
“What are you doing here?” he asked in a soft, defeated tone.
“If you would please come with me,” Nazir insisted. Corvus nods without hesitation. He stands up and they exit the house. Nazir gestures to the carriage that he arrived by. Corvus and his dog jumps onto the back and Nazir drives the carriage. As they are riding, Corvus holds onto his dog. A few moments later, they arrive outside the gate of Solitude. Nazir stops the carriage and Corvus and his dog jumps off. Nazir approaches Corvus.
“This might be the last time I see you, old friend. It has been a pleasure,” as he raises his hand for a handshake. Corvus shakes his hand, despite with visible confusion. “Go to the market. And goodbye.” Corvus and his dog enters Solitude through the gate and slowly walks through the streets, still staggering. As the two walks to the market, he sees Brynjolf and Karliah standing by the well with no guards and other people around. Corvus slowly approaches them.
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“Corvus,” Brynjolf greeted with a serious tone.
“Brynjolf. What am I looking at?” he asked.
“You have broken the rule of the Shadow Continental. The superiors unfortunately have come to unanimous decision.”
“But he is a Thalmor. You know what he did.”
“Lad, it doesn’t matter if he is with the Aldmeri Dominion or not. The Shadow Continental is neutral ground to all parties. And you killed someone on the ground of Shadow Continental. I’m sorry Corvus, but I must revoke your membership. Any services tied to the Shadow Continental are now closed to you.”
“Does that mean the tenets no longer applies to me as well?”
“Yes, lad but look at the bright side. At least you didn’t kill a member of the Dark Brotherhood. Otherwise, your punishment would have been much more severe.”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t be concerned with this.” Karliah interjected. “You have a bigger problem. The Dominion and the Empire has doubled Aerandil’s bounty, and it has gone international.”
“All of Tamriel?”
“Yes. Lowly cutthroats, freelance bounty hunters, agents from the Empire and Dominion assassins. Get this, they even got the Morag Tong on board to sanction a contract on your head.”
“Basically, everyone on Tamriel will want a piece of you now,” Brynjolf jokingly remarked.
“Why are you telling me this?” Corvus and perplexed.
“Because we care. And…it’s the last favor we can do for you,” Karliah responded. “And good news. The bounty has not gone public yet. Brynjolf also delayed the effect of your banishment from the Shadow Continental by 3 hours, which is also when the bounty will go live, according to our intel.”
“I’m afraid I can’t delay any longer. Before you go lad, take this,” as Brynjolf reached for his pocket and pulls out a marker. “Here, you might need this. Who knows when you might need it.” Corvus then takes the marker.
“Brynjolf, Karliah. Tell them, tell them all. Whoever comes, whoever it is, I’ll kill them… I’ll kill them all.”
“Of course, you will.” Brynjolf smiled. “Corvus.”
“Brynjolf. Karliah.” Corvus then turns around and leaves with his dog.
“Eyes open and walk with the shadows,” Karliah softly uttered.
As Corvus and his dog walks out of the gate, he notices two guards glanced at him. He then passes by a Khajiit caravan that is set up outside of the gate and all the merchants looked at him. Starting to feel uneasy, he picks up the pace a little as his dog does the same. As he is walking down the hill, he spots a beggar sitting at the road side. But not just any beggar, but the same one from Markarth who took him to the King of Beggars. The beggar looks at him as well as he walks by. Knowing the extent of his bounty, he starts to run faster with his dog and the two runs deep into Haffingar towards a dangerous and uncertain future.
The End
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