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"Good work as well. The training I recieved at the Fighters Guild wasn't a joke at all." Celia sighs from exhaustion.

It started to rain in Skyrim.

"Hmm... well, I'd better clean myself up. You should too." She told him as she went inside.

The other guild members continue to train despite the rain. This was normal for them.

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Celia went to the bathing room and sighed. Being a leader of a small branch isn't as easy as it sounded. She was responsible for most of the detailed work such as training and overseeing the activities of the branch itself.

She decided to relax for a bit and started to undress. She got into the newly constructed bathhouse, which served as a relaxing den for the guild members after a hard day's work.

No small army ever persisted in systematic camp/base building and construction than Celia's old Lionguard regiment. Celia implemented this practice that she learned from her days as a Legionnaire.

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At the Reach, a group of cultists began to gather in a small cave entrance just near the border of High Rock and Skyrim. Many of them were Orcs wearing robes similar to the Mythic Dawn.