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Rescue party.

When Thorald, the Stormcloak supporter, the prisoner of Thalmor heard sounds of battle and screams of his executioner, he thought that he was dreaming. But the conversation he heard after that made him rethink his earlier assumption. At first he heard voices... one of them, pleasant baritone, most likely belonging to Breton male and the other clear and sweet… at first he thought it was Imperial but then he figured out it was Nord woman.
“So, how you like our strategy?” Asked Nord, while she along with her companion and were approaching dungeon sell which was used as a jail by the Thalmor.
“Well, I wanted to ask you about that, since you are the immense and all powerful Dragonborn…” her friend’s voice sparkled with humor and mischief.
“Since those dammed Thalmor mages rejected me to kindly enter their fort so the plan was to just kill them all.”
“Brilliant, pretty! Just brilliant, did you even count how many mages are out there before the attack?” asked her Breton with obvious sarcasm in his voice.
“Seven or eight,” replied Dragonborn.
“Sweetie, I admire you determination to fulfill the promise that you made to Thorald’s mother to save him, but you had let your rage against the Thalmor consume you. It was pure luck that you are alive instead being electrocuted or shot with arrows and look like a hedgehog!”
“I had everything under control!”
“Oh, right… If it wasn’t for me that Thalmor soldier could chopped your poor head off! Luckily he just cut your hair.”
“Damn him! How I suppose to grow them again?! Those Thalmor, I hate them all!” said tall and beautiful Nord woman, the Dragonborn, coming close to Thorald and opening his chains. Thorald felt relief, that his brother and mother haven’t gave up and sent help, he even felt himself a little proud to be rescued by the legend of Skyrim.
“Thank you, Dragonborn! To risk your life for me… a stranger… I praise your courage and heart of honor! The Thalmor wanted a confession from me, to use me as a way to get to my family… I am so glad that you arrived before I had a chance to break from their torture!” happily exclaimed the rebel.
“I know how you feel Thorald, truly. I am very happy that we arrived in time. You mother will be so happy.” Said Dannee and looking at her Sanguine noticed that finally some of her burdens from the past were lifted.
“Yes, I will tell you later the password, so she could know that everything is all right with me. And your friend Dragonborn, I thank him too.”
“You are welcome,” answered Breton man as matter of fact.
“You are her husband?” asked Thorald suddenly.
“What? No!” Dannee was astonished but stopped herself from laughing imagining the married Daedric Prince of revelry and debauchery. It was truly funny and at the same time grotesque picture. But it seemed her Daedric friend wasn’t thinking that way, because he smirked but didn’t say anything mean.
“No, I am not married to this lovely lady; she is so stubborn, always wounding my heart by keeping herself away from my courtship. Why did you think that we were married?”
“Because you were arguing like an old married couple!”
“See dearie, even Thorald think that we are meant for each other,” smiled Sanguine with mischief.
“Sam, stop making fun of me! Thorald, what are you intending to do?” asked Dannee.
“I am going to Windhelm, far away from Empire supporters and I am taking my family with me. Thank you again, Dragonborn, I’ll make sure that Ulfric Stormcloak will know about your bravery.”
“I just fulfilled the promise to your mother, I am not looking for reward. You don’t have to do anything for me,” said Dannee as they continued their way towards freedom.