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Imir walked down the Riften streets and thought.. Who was he? He was a man on a sinking ship.. All because of honor and loyalty.. Those two strange concepts.. They had gotten his familly killed.. They had gotten him in the Guild.. And they had also made it be inevitably destroyed.. But it felt wrong to not have honor or loyalty.. Even among Theives and Assassins. All of who would betray him if it could help them in even the slightest caliber. It still felt wrong.. Then the rain started lightly.. He sighed..