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As "the Concord" set sail towards Highrock.

A small carriage reached the Cyrodiil-Hammerfell border. Obviously it wasn't all that much of a clear man (or mer) made line or border with checkpoints, more a natural border of mountain ranges. The official roads to the land of the alik'r were closed, so Elise would have to face everything Kynareth would throw at her.

"Ok Magie..." She reassured her horse as she looked over to a steep hill climb.

"You can do this, girl."

"You can do this."

The Breton sounded both with courage and dispair. But she didn't for even a moment think that what she was about to do, was crazy-work.