“Like art,” Aria complimented as she took back the dagger. She nodded over to a campfire, where a pair of bosmeri bandits were discussing quietly over the skeever they were spit roasting. They didn’t have any reaction to what was going on at the outer wall. Aria then pointed to the keep.

“We’ll go in and look for whoever runs the show, right after we off those two and hide them somewhere. You see anyone else, take them as quiet as you can, or hide.” Aria explained, creeping along the wall toward the light of the fire. She’d stop for a moment, and point a finger at an emplacement ahead. A woman with a silver hand axe was sat on a chair, looking out over the road. Beside her, a bow and quiver.

Aria looked back at Serena and motioned a slit neck with her thumb. With that, she very quietly dropped down below, and continued moving toward the happy campers...