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Keerling swiped his dagger monotonously, striking blows to the remaining undead around him. He struck them down easily, they were weak, unfed. He came to the final infected.

He lopped the it's head off in one strike.

Keerling turned and limped his way up Whiterun and the steps to Dragonsreach. He reached out for the handle of the door, and collapsed.

Keerling's conscious slipped away as he lay on the floor, staring at the once mighty hall that was Dragonsreach.