[b]"Hey, what are y... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"[/b]

The first shout of Heren was for the punch he received, the secon was for when he saw Pisukisa cutting the hand of a bandit, which was enough to leave everyone in the place astonished. The bandits, now enraged, charged against Pisukisa and Heren, who unsheathed his broadsword and charged on his horse towards two of the bandits, trampling on one and cutting the other, although the wound was not deep enough to finish it, so the breton had to turn around and block the axe of the bandit with his buckler, which was enough to throw him off balance and make him jump off the horse to fight on foot. Meanwhile, three of the bandits, one of them carrying a bow, were running towards Pisukisa with murderous intentions. 

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[b]"Excellent, I'm very grateful for your cooperation. Now follow Darfair, the sewers are a labyrinth, and you wouldn't want to get lost, do you?"[/b]

With that said the khajit ventured first into the crevice and once inside he lit a torch. The passage was at first small and both Valen and Darfair had to go bent until they arrived at a much larger area, all of it pitch black if it wasn't thanks to Darfair's torch. They walked hastily, second to the right, one to the left, one to the right, up some stairs to the left, second to the left... As the khajit had said, the sewers were, indeed, a labyrinth. When they arrived at, yet another spacious and dark room where water came out of faucets in the walls, Darfair, who was going ahead, stopped immediately at the doorway and unlit the torch while he got in a sneaking position and then he whispered to the breton

[b]"Oh my, it seems Darfair's activities were not the reason for the new padlock in the sewers."[/b]

The khajit pointed forwards, without the help of the torch it was more difficult to look, but a few seconds later the eyes of the Breton had acustomized a bit to the dark and were able to tell, thanks to the moonlight breaking through a window up above, that a bunch of spider monsters had been nesting in there, they looked weak, not matured enough, but they still presented a menace, and worst of all, they were in their way.

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When The argonian looked through the window on the door he saw a poorly lit room filled with children. Most of them redguard children, but he also saw some bretons, nords and even a khajit and an argonian, most of them girls and none of them older than 12. The appearance of the argonian scared them, who, moving their fragile bodies in pitiful rags, gathered themselves in the other side of the cell and lowered their heads. The Bosmer approached Ajax

[b]"My, my, you ended up looking at one of my best products, didn't ya? These slave boys and girls sell pretty well, specially to rich redguard kings (and even some queens). If you want to buy one go ahead, but I doubt that you'll have the money or that an archaeologist like you would have time for enjoying one, but you are lucky, since I'll make you a special offer for the argonian girl if you are still interested."[/b]