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Saiko lays fatigue from the slaughter, reminiscing of the past battles that befelled before his eyes the moment he becamed Dragonborn of the North. Betrayal, remorse and a silent fuel of anger seeped across his mind, even amongst to many of his greatest tasks and deeds performed, hasn't been able to find much tranquility from his past work. That is until a certain black haired Nord comes along to condole his conscious.