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Madran was sat down uncomfotably with his eeys closed and his mind elsewhere when a large man entered the clearing. Madran snapped out of his daydreams when the man called out. "Ho! Jovial greetings my Dunmer comrade! It seems this day is a lucky one indeed, we have escaped bindings and survived a bloodbath, so I'll chalk that up as a victory." Madran stood up with his blade in hand, defencively unsure of the man. He inspected him for a moment, before confirming to himself that he was not a member of the Aldmeri- Madran had an eye for this. He had fought them for years, he could see if someone was with them or not, this man was not.

Before Madran could say anything to the man, he saw another figure enter the clearing. An Argonian. The Argonian was clealry not with the Thalmor, but there was something eerie about him, something that would likely incline Madran to be wary of him. "You under-estimate your situation Human, Even if the entire band won't chase after us, we are still unarmed escaped prisoners in the forest, likely to have at least a few Aldmeri try to follow us to 'clean up', unless you think you can take them bare-handed, we best not stay in this obvious location for too long," the Argonian spoke out to the man who had only just greeted, in a tone with a distinct lack of warmness.

The Argonian was holding bones, which was nothing less than unnerving, to say the least. "Now, who wants a weapon? It'll take me a few minutes to get each one to a useable state and they won't last long in a real fight, but they'll be better than bare hands... I can make daggers and bows from this 'material'." The Argonian asked, glancing back to Madran and the other man. Madran merely shook his head. "I am not leaving my blades on that cart," he spoke in a calm, assertive and gravely tone. "My friend was on one of those carts, and she hasn't got here yet. I'm going back when the Aldmeri clear off."

"Keep your voice down Argonian, I could hear you from up the creek," another human introduced himself, walking in to the clearing. He hadn't heard Madran, of course. Madran made it a habbit of making sure the information he shared only reached those that he wished it to. There were four of them stood here now. "Listen, Argonian," Madran nodded. "Perhaps it would be helpful if you crafted some weapons so that we will have something to keep us safe until we return to the carts."

Madran peered in to the woods. He felt a pang of sorrow for the Nord boy that had fell. Sure, he didn't even know his name - he hadn't even spoke to him, but the look of desperation in his eyes had been the last look before they shut for a last time, and that was never good. Madran believed that nobody should die with fear, a reason why he had struggled to come to terms with the fact he had been captured. But he was free now. He sighed, and began to wonder about Elroneth, who was somewhere back there. He was confident she had survived, she wasn't the sort to get herself killed in a situation like this.

"My name is Madran, for what it's worth," Madran spoke out to the others. "Perhaps we should be on a first name basis, considering the fact we are now enemies of the Imperial Empire, and unless you would like to run to the Aldmeri for protection, which is unlikely considering they just tried to kill us, I suggest we stick together." Madran ground his teeth behind his closed lips, he had travelled alone for so long, but it seemed now that strength in numbers was the best option. "Though of course, any of us could be Aldmeri," he peered at the human who had just entered the clearing and inspected him. He did not look like an Aldmeri. He shrugged and attempted to relax his tensed fists.

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