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The group eventually reached a small trail that was well tred.

"Now we wait."

The group sat in hiding for about half an hour before they heard the loud sound of collective footfalls.

The caravan had twenty or so soldiers, which seemed quite insignifigant, however each soldier was glad in Glass armour, had glass weapons, and looked battle-hardened. The governor himself sat in a grand sedan, which was carried by four very unhappy looking Bosmer. Unbeknowest to the group, this was a symbolic display of power, demonstrating the governor's control over the helpless Wood Elves, and in turn the Bosmer's compliance.

"The trap should be dropping..." Malachi waited a moment, before a gigantic net fell over the majority of the caravan, only excluding seven or eight soldiers. The Altmeri cursed and thrashed, unsure what was going on. Some were managing to cut themselves free, while others were only getting even more tangled. The Bosmeri sedan carriers dropped the sedan with a thud.

"Take them!" Urged Malachi. "Leave no survivors." As he rushed out, archers began to fire down on the sorry Dominion soldiers.