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"Let's head back to the inn." Said Emrey to Brighid. "Then we'll rally the group and talk to Tullius."

In the Imperial City...

“The assassins failed, sire.”   Said the Cheydinhal Captain.

Curvos wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy petting his sigil stone.

“Lord Regent?”   Questioned the soldier.

Curvos looked up, irritated to be drawn away from what he was doing. “Yes, what?”

“The Dark Brotherhood failed in killing them. The loose end you wanted tied up.”

Curvos growled, “And they’ve no doubt already secured aid! They’ll be marching on the City in no time! I’ll have to take care of them myself. Have the mages at the Arcane University ready to teleport me and some of my Dremora to Solitude when I am ready.”

The Captain bowed and backed out of the room.

“Precious…”   Mumbled Curvos almost soundlessly as he stroked the orb he was cradling in his arms.