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(Soften, dear Brand, scrape and soften.)

Allysa watched Connor's retreating back for a moment, feeling strange. So many changes. Bryn dead--Ulfric dead--the rebellion now evaporated. Imperial troops and guards moving in. And now, no Guildmaster. She had not been with the Guild when Gallus had been murdered, but she remembered the tales of the bloodbath that had followed as the different factions struggled for control. Gods, don't let us walk that path again.

She turned to open the tomb.