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Tsleeixth smiled when Do’Karth told him that he was alright “Ah, that’s a relief to hear Do’Karth.” He said, patting the Suthay-Raht’s shoulder in a friendly gesture. however it was then that he noticed the Khajit’s eyes watering somewhat but was relieved when Do’Karth smiled somewhat, yet he was still wondering if it was something he had said that had made the Khajit react that way “Hmmm, maybe I should talk to him more when we are at Dawnstar.” Mused the Argonian before smiling at the Khajit once again “I’m going to check on the others now Do’Karth, see you soon.” He said as he made his way towards the rest of the mercenary company.

As it was, he was lucky enough to be near hearing distance as Kattun read the armigers orders out loud. To say that Tsleeixth was shocked would be an understatement, he was floored by the news that the Nerevarine -and by extension the whole nation of Morrowind- was allied with the Akaviri forces “So this is why they were able to approach WIndhelm without being detected, they had no resistance from Solstheim that would have given their ships away.” He thought bitterly, his hands clenching into fists at the news. However his thoughts briefly turned to the Dunmer priest as he stated his intention to go back to Morrowind in search for the truth, Tsleeixth had to admit to himself that the priest’s dedication was worth admiring -if more than a little foolish- and as such quietly hoped for the priests success in his mission. “At the very least he won’t be alone.” He thought as R’ihanna declared that she’d go with Kattun to Morrowind.

Afterwards Tsleeixth helped to pile up the dead bodies of the armigers and look through whatever belongings they had that the company could use for the trek back towards Dawnstar. By the time night came and the company was gathered together in the cave that the armigers had been occupying recently Tsleeixth couldn’t fall asleep, his mind debating over the revelations over the Nerevarine’s allegiance to the Akaviri invaders. “Perhaps during the Nerevarine’s voyage to Akaviri, maybe he saw something that convinced to make a pact with the Kamals.” He mused quietly to himself as he waited his turn on the watch. However, his thoughts were momentarily distracted as Trius -or Helkan, as he turned to be- relayed his story to those who were still awake, on how the Nerevarine had emptied Raven Rock and ordered those not able to fit into the boats cut down “Guess this confirms my earlier suspicions,” He thought somewhat bitterly. He couldn’t fathom giving such an order, to cut someone down because they couldn't fit on a ship but perhaps he was too soft an Argonian to make such cold-hearted decisions for the benefit of a cause (in this case the Dunmer-Kamal alliance that the Nerevarine had seemingly forged). He was surprised when Trius said that he too was going to return to Morrowind alongside with Kattun and R’ihanna to protect the company but also to stop running away from his past, despite his lack of contact with the Dunmer -having not exchanged one word with the Dunmer Battlemage in the past- he could feel admiration for Trius and the choice that he was making now but his thoughts were interrupted as he was called for his turn on the watch “Hopefully there are no problems on the way back to Dawnstar.” He muttered to himself as he took his place at the entrance of the cave.

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Of course, much to Tsleeixth’s chagrin, there were troubles on the way back to Dawnstar, as a blizzard raged on as the group that had gone to the College of WInterhold slowly but surely made it’s way back towards the coastal village. He shivered as the snow that fell from the blizzard blanketed him, pulling his cloak closer to him in an attempt to somewhat stave off the cold that threatened to overcome him. “This blizzard will be the death of me.” He muttered through chattering teeth. While he had lived in Skyrim most of his life, and as such was mostly used to the cold temperatures of the Nord’s country, Tsleeixth doubted that many would be able to withstand the piercing cold that came from the blizzard. 

However, Do’Karth soon shouted that he was able to sense the smell of fungus and that, as such, there was a cave ahead. Breathing a sigh of relief, the Saxhleel spellsword followed Do’Karth towards the cave but, in another ill-fated coincidence, the cave turned out to be the home of the subterranean Falmer and the Chaurus that the former raised and domesticated for their various needs. As such the Falmer attack caught the Argonian by surprise, with Tsleeixth barely managing to deflect the subterranean creature’s attack before his steel sword was knocked away into a crevice inside the cave-floor and knocked him into the floor nearby the same crevice. As the blind creature approached to claim the Argonian’s life, Tsleeixth blasted his falmer attacker with a lightning bolt managing to stun him temporarily and allow him to claim the Falmer’s sword as his own. 

Taking advantage of the Falmer’s downed state, Tsleeixth quickly executed the blind creature with a quick slash to it’s throat just as he heard Do’Karth claiming that they were seemingly beating them back “Just my luck, getting knocked on my ass and losing my sword.” Muttered the Argonian as he took the time to summon a Skeleton Guardian to bolster their forces and help to temporarily try to supplement what few casualties the company had suffered. Once he was done summoning the creature he joined Do’Karth and the rest of the company as they tried to rout the remaining subterranean dwellers.
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