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When the moon had fully risen, Aaron stole into the small imperial style camp. When the nord had gone to sleep Aaron had changed into his Thieves Guild armor, the boiled black leather shone a dull, midnight black. When he reached the nord's travel bag, Aaron wasted no time. He quickly undid the clasp, and rummaged around the sack without a sound. But Aaron froze when he heard a familiar sound....

Aaron spun, his crossbow already loaded, and shot the bolt in the direction of the wolves. When he heard the bolt strike home, Aaron drew his blade; it was an ancient make, a katana humbly forged but it had served Aaron well enough. When the first wolf leaped Aaron plunged the blade deep into its throat, in another singular moment he caught the next charging wolf midway and stabbed at its ribcage. When Aaron turned it was too late his last attacker was already in the air, he had enough time to raise the blade; baring the wolf's vicious bite. Aaron closed his eyes and pushed harder to free himself of the wolf's assualt. Then it stopped, the wolf gave-way, and soon slacked down to the ground. "interesting weapon choice" said the nord,"I believe it would be wise to keep traveling." The nord removed his gladius from the wolf's carcass and sheathed it. Moving slowly, he crawled back into his bedroll and fell asleep.