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The Breton was not to be trusted. In fact, the entire hold capital stank of deception. "Blood and silver are what flows through Markarth" was how a stranger had described it. There was no money or insight to be gained in the man's request, but Chronos would not feel at ease resting in a city crawling with uncertainty. Calcelmo had much to teach, and to learn, the altmer would need time.