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After the awkward silence and Boreau’s little incident Hana finally started to talk again.

"Hope you’re feeling better… Markarth is just past this hill."

Boreau nodded. Most of his nausea had gone away. The only thing that had remained was the sour taste in his mouth.

"Thanks… for the ride by the way."

Hanna smiled.

"No problem."

As the car drove over the hill the city of Markarth could be seen in the distance. A metropolis carved in the facade of the mountain. Clearly of Dwarven influence. In front of the old city gates factories lay, clashing with the aesthetics of the rest of the city. One of them had a big sign.

‘Silverblood refinery’

It was by far the biggest factory of the city and lay close to a mine entrance. The car crossed the old stone bridge into the city. Boreau looked at his right. An old windmill. There probably one was a farm here. Seems industry has shut it down.

"This is as far as I can take you." Hanna then concluded

"Most of the old city is not possible to traverse with the car, the streets are too narrow."

Boreau nodded pretending that he knew, and slowly lifted himself from the passenger seat. The car wobbled again.

"Thanks again! And…. Good luck with the race"

"oh, why thank you! I will try my best." She smiled again, and then drove off. Before leaving crossing the bridge she honked twice and waved her hand.

Boreau smiled. And shrug his head.

He then turned and faced the city. it’s buildings were all higher than the ones in Camlorn. Still… they didn’t beat the Adamantine Tower.

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked around. Most of the new buildings were storage houses and offices.

<p class="MsoNormal">Silverblood Refinery, Helger’s Storage, west skyrim trading corp, anti-juramentorum squad. That’s an odd name there…

<p class="MsoNormal">But Boreau didn’t want to look into it any further. He felt exhausted. He hadn’t slept for the entire night. He needed to find an Inn and get some rest.