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"The Dragonborn," Allysa said almost absently. "Quiet--I think I hear your next meal."

She moved silently forward and quietly opened the next door, peeking in carefully. A male voice spoke in low tones,  "Stop that--if my legate catches us we'll both be rotting in a prison cell..."

Allysa grinned and slipped inside the dim room. It was a large storeroom. Several axe handles stood in a bucket by the door. She picked one up and moved quickly forward to the man who's back was to her. She brought the handle down on the back of his head and he slumped. The woman he'd been bending over opened her mouth to scream, but Allysa's fist was quicker. She was shortly out cold as well.