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Tasha turned and looked back to see if the two Nord women still followed her. She smiled, a brief bareing of her fangs, as Daria slapped at an insect and shooed away a cloud of them, again. She had been besieged by them since they entered the forest. '' What do they eat when they can't get Nord? ''she had asked, causing Brihanna and herself much laughter.

It was good to have fur--and the warmth of the Valenwood forests were a welcome change from Skyrim's cold climate. She was glad of this opportunity far away from the land of snow. She thanked the gods for it.

"Come!  Come! We will be there soon," she called.

The two Nords urged their horses faster.

They arrived at the place finally and gaped at the dilapidated buildings, the crumbling walls and overgrown grounds. "Are you sure this is the place?" asked Daria. As they reined in on the edge of the clearing, Daria reached up to finger the emerald necklace at her throat. Tasha knew she did this when she was nervous or uncertain.

"Yes. This one smells elves and men." Tasha lifted her delicate muzzle and scented the air again. "Another one too--like Kha'jiit, but not."

"What?" asked Brihanna, puzzled.

"Come.  We shall see." Tasha urged her horse into the clearing and toward the scents--and the sounds.