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Having spent most of the night searching the ruins for for the item she had been sent for, she had found nothing but a few Dwemer guardians and a rather persistent group of Falmer.

"I'm really beginning to hate you things... now die!"

The attack was solid, her blade bit deep and caused a lot of damage. The Falmer's broken voice rang out in pain as she pulled her sword free for another attack, kicking the wretched being away from her as she did.

"Great... I bet others heard that. I need to get out of here and quickly."

Turning to run, Feya stopped after a single step. She had a job to do, and it wasn't finished yet. She looked back at the wound Falmer and smiled, weapon in hand.

"Guess I'll get to meet your relatives after all. Maybe one of them knows how to find what I'm after."