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Rashka followed but couldn't quite shake off the feeling that he himself was being followed. He looked behind his shoulder and could have sworn he saw a someone stalking him. He rubbed his eyes certain that he was just jumping at shadows. Using his Night Eye he stared into the dark hallway and suddenly fell silent.

There on the other end stood a young Khajiit girl with a drawn bow, aiming at him. She couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen years, yet there she was. Rashka was sure he hallucinated, but the girl didn't seem to consider herself a fabric of his imagination. What was even more disturbing was the pattern of her fur. Snow white with dark stripes... His father's colours...

His own colours...

"What in the name of the Twin Moons?" Rashka gasped before the Khajiit girl let loose her arrow and guided it into his shoulder.