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I called upon my Hamerfell endurance and jogged ahead of the Thalmor. Part of me was wondering if I would be able to manage an ambush and free that Nord fellow. Then I heard hammering going on over a hillock, smelled some sort of stew cooking. Then I spotted a sentry lurking in the shadows of the trees. He was wearing the mail and blue tunic of a Stormcloak. I raised my hands and proceeded towards him to show I had no hostile intent.

He was a good sentry. After making sure that I was alone he only looked at my boobs a couple of times. Then at my request he called in a runner to escort me to their commander.

It was a pity that I was in a hurry to make Helgen soon. The commander of this detachment was a ruggedly handsome fellow. He might have been fun to dally with and he certainly showed interest in the girls.

But he showed almost equal interest when I told him of the Thalmor a few miles behind me on the road and their Nord prisoner. The smile he gave me then went from somewhat lecherous to decidedly feral.

He snapped orders and the bivouac went into action. Oh how I wanted to watch them hand the Thalmor their heads, but there is Helgen where Ulfric awaits.