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(Nevermind the last one)

Adrien had heard of the Dreugh, but never seen one. What stroke his curiousity wasn't the sight itself, but that someone or something killed it.

Nerial called his friend's name.

Victus saw him, bloodied and missing a hand. The former pulled all his strength into tossing the corpse and rushed to the latter.

-''What happened? Hold on, I'll close your wounds'', said the half-breed.

-''It's too late. I've lost too much blood. That thing... Dreugh... killed the guards after me. Foolish... thought it would... help me'', Nerial said, gasping for air.

-Shut up and drink this, retorted the Imperial, handing over a healing potion.

Nerial refused, claiming there was poison in his blood. On his last breath, the Bosmer made the other promise he would find Delandil and get him out, even if it meant forfeiting the payment.

Victus overcame his mild-greed and promised. After exchanging one last glare with his friend, the nightblade made his way to another exit leading into the secret passage they used to get into the caslte in the first place. Although this time, Adrien was more than ready to butcher his way out.