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"Brother, do you bring news of the Dominion?"

A younger man turned to Lanzek. He was tall, unshaven, and clad in robed armour. (BTW this is a minor character)

"Actually, I have. I have heard rumours of a group in southern Cyrodiil with similar goals to your own."

"Thank you, brother.I will continue this task alone. Leave me."

"As you wish"

The tall man turned and returned to the manor. Meanhile, Lanzek pulled a strange amulet from the folds of his robes. He held it in front of his eyes, then closed them.

''Three imperials were travelling near The white-gold tower."Somewhere he can be safe but still rain hell on the thalmor..." One of them said."The White Gold tower...........Is Naerion scared of heights?" Said another.''

Lanzek emerged from the vision and went to the stables.

"can you take me to Bravil?" he asked the carriage driver.

"Sure can, but it'll take three days and cost you seven hundred septims"

"Thank you. Travel the quickest route, day and night."

Lanzek stepped on to the carriage and lay down as it started moving.