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Gregorius eventually came out of his cabin after "licking his wounded pride" as Najima would put it. The wounds would indeed heal in time. However the assassin had taken his toll on the man and he was now almost ghostly pale in the face due to the heavy loss of blood.

"I trust that my vessel is ready, Najima?" he asked.

"Yes, mylord", the Khajiit answered. "Are you sure you are healthy enough to travel to the Citadel? Wouldn't it be better to send someone..."

"Someone who?" he interrupted. "Didrik Drunken wasn't named so for nothing. Bori Fast-Hand's flayed corpse serves as my ship's new figurehead. Ungol hates politics and would most likely cave in the head on any man that so much as even try to discuss it with him. Astor Priamus is the best healer I have ever known and it would be better for him to tend to my armies. Pavelin? Don't get me started on that vicious little shit. They would take his presence as an insult from my part if I were to send him for negotiations. And Jaqueline is far too young to dabble in the affairs of war."

"Sorry, mylord. Khajiit was thinking of herself."

The Iron Hound put on something that was supposed to be a smile. "You are a good warrior, Najima, and you have a good sense of leadership in that feline head of yours. No, I want you here. If this city were to be sieged you would be the most capable of fending off the invaders here."

Najima felt honored and had every right to be so. To get praised by the Iron Hound was almost as rare as watching a troll fly. "Mylord", she simply said.

"Aye, that I am. I will have to speak with Darkwater before leaving. Maybe she could be a kind woman and hold this place for me with the rest of you lot while I am off trying to find more allies for our cause."

"Do you trust that woman, mylord? This one does not."

"You should know by now that I have never trusted anyone, Najima. A man who puts trust in the people who serve him would have never have come this far with his life intact. Look at me, Khajiit. I am alive... barely... and I thought that I trusted that bastard Bori..."