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Lucian and Petra were out of harm's way, combing the wilderness for any sign of the small Dunmer.

"Thank you for coming with me, she seems to listen to you...

Trusts you a little more..."

The Imperial looked up, glancing around as he found himself struggling to trace her.

"I don't think... I don't think that she was ever out here; I think she's returned...

Home..." He muttered, seeing Cheydinhal in the distance.

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Nepht shambled through the streets of the Dunmeri city, like she was drunk. The Blood had that effect, especially if you consumed a large dose of it in such a small time span, going from those bottles to a human body full was no easy feat and like any lightweight Nepht was already inebriated.

Thankfully, the streets were deserted as everyone had gone to the chapel for their weekly sermon, giving her some time to get off the streets and hide.

However, that wasn't her objective as Nepht craved more blood hoping to restore herself and sate her endless thirst.

The Dunmer found herself behind the tavern, seeing a young Breton, who she had passed in the streets a few times before. He came across as a bit lewd, though he was always pleasant with Nepht and her family; she knew that she didn't want to get to know him any further as he was a trouble causer and a neucance...

''The perfect target... ''

"W-Woah! Somebody's a bit tipsy..." He mocked, seeing her approach and not noticing her eyes lighting up.

"Ha, what is it? You want a tumble or something?"

"Not exactly..." The Dunmer muttered before lunging at him, violently tearing him apart and feasting on his blood.