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At Winterhold

Aros: "I don't know the person by the name, but I think I saw someone go towards the hall of Constanants (sp?). I haven't seen him comming back, you would think an Archmage would know everything that goes on at his college, but sadly I don't. Master Wizard Todlief more then likely was in the Hall of Atoinment, so he probably didn't see anything. However, a Destruction Instructor Farolda might know something. Lets go seek her out...are you sure you weren't a student in here before? I think I would remember a fellow Aldmer in the college."

Aros said as he led the way towards the hall of Constainats.

Meanwhile, near Solitude

Saladin smiles at his old friend's intuziasm. That smile almost hidden behind his knoted beard and mustache.

Saladin: "Any idea how we get to High Hrostgar? Besides the obvious of walking straight trough Dragon Bridge, to Rorikstead, past Whiterun planes, into Eastmarch, turning into Rift until we hit Iverstead? I mean we could take a carriage ride to Riften, but it would still be an Alikir desert between there and Iverstead. You think it would be easier to get to Windelm and just walk the rest of the way."

He brough his hand to his forehead to block out the bright ray of sun and looked far into the distance.

Saladin: "Besides, I always wanted to see that white stuff up close. What do you call it? Oh yes, snow. There is a possibility Greybeards won't recieve us, or wouldn't talk to us. They say they only train a select few in that Dragon Language. I think they refer to it as the Way of the Voice. But perhaps they can point us to that person who can speak the dragon language. What do you think old friend?"

Meanwhile, in Whiterun forest Alexandrus and Utchguard were waiting for the first move from an abomination and confirmation of friend or foe from the Nord.