[center][h3][color=red]Illium Vethelot - Helgen[/color][/h3][/center]

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Rapped his knuckles against the door of one of his few friends in this destroyed town. Casimer was an ex-soldier, just like he was, and that type of camaraderie bonds people who otherwise wouldn't have reason to associate with one another. Not to say Casimer wasn't interesting to be around. They had shared a few stories about their past life with one another. With no real skills other than fighting against those damn Stormcloaks and his small memory of farming as a child, Illium had been using his strength to assist the town rebuild. Even now he had a delivery of steel directly from the blacksmith for Casimer's house. 

[color=fff200]"Casimer? You here? I've got that metal you asked for!"[/color]

Illium glanced back towards the cart. Across the way he could see a few people he couldn't recall entering Helena's inn. With no reply yet to his question regarding his delivery, he figured he'd call out one last time to make sure he wasn't just running away while Casi was still working. 

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"There are some newcomers over at Helena's, have you heard anything about the Jarl sending supplies or help?"[/color]