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Galmar poured himself a mug of ale and sat down across the table from his old friend.

"What news?" asked Ulfric.

"Our contact in Falkreath reports that a woman matching her description purchased a horse from a farmer and left with a group of thieves through the Cyrodiil gate, nearly two weeks ago."

Ulfric threw his mug at the stone wall and knocked his chair over as he rose. "She cannot escape me, Galmar!"

The grizzled General looked up at the Jarl. "We have a war to fight, Ulfric. Let her go. The keys were found."

Ulfric placed both hands on the table and leaned over his most faithful follower, his face dark with fury. "I will not rest until she lies in bonds before me, awaiting my pleasure."