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Sorka didn't care at this point. Her life was spiraling down into the midden. How had she come to this? Nothing gave her joy anymore. She looked over her shoulder to see if the elf was following. Morag Tong unless she missed her guess. Well, if she followed, she'd have to deal with those in the Cistern. If she didn't--what did it matter? Seemed everyone knew of their plans.

She picked up the pace. Almost to the geyser field now. Time to look for the path up to Riften.