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They arrive outside Bravil. "Not really... And I know you are not my subordinate... Seeing as you serve my aunt." He looks at the imperial city which is floating...

The thalmor presses on nad Leyawiin are overrun Nait and the others retreat to bravil at the same time...

"Oh, Hey son."

"Dad? are you getting beaten by thalmor?"

"Look at the sheer number..."

"So?" Naerion stands still and waits.

"I can tell what you're thinking... But instead why don't you bring me an Elder scroll?"