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Night descended upon the City of Whiterun. The stableman stirred from his seat at the sound of a familiar whinny outside. He peeked cautiously outside, wary of any attacker. There was movement from the direction of the stableyard. Picking up the axe propped against the wall to the side of the door, he ventured out, slowly. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he looked on in surprise at the riderless horse which was drinking at the trough. It seemed his stolen property had returned.