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The Imperial prisoner escort patrol had been ambushed, Vampires.

The enemy surrounded the group, striking swiftly and silently until only two remained standing, the Argonian prisoner and a newly appointed Imperial officer who had joined the group on their way to Solitude to start her post in Skyrim.

Her name is Eleanor, and she has no plans on dying this night...

Dressed in simple iron armour she had bought from a merchant to allow easier travel, she drew her blade and faced down her growling foe.

"If one of us is going to die, I'd rather it be you creature."