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Emrey shrugged and nodded.

"Agreed." Just as they veered to the left off of the path in effort to avoid the problem, Eogan stopped short. He was staring at the steel clad Nords.

"Those are Silver-Bloods." Growled the Reachman.

Emrey had overheard Eogan talking about his hatred for those particular Nords, but could never lay a finger on why. He knew that starting a fight right now was bad.

"Eogan.  Don't."

"Sorry." Said Eogan without a hint of guilt in his voice. He snapped the reins and charged the Silver-Blood mercenaries.

"The idiot!" Hissed Emrey between his teeth. He dismounted, drew his sword and chased after Eogan.