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Neron's eyes were trained on the Tundra now, on the specks of white in the far distance which signalled other building structures, small and ruined as they might be. He did not like what he was about to ask, and he did not enjoy asking it, but ultimately the Citadel's protection came first. "You know of Whitebrim and the problematic rumours surrounding the area." Rumours being the polite way of saying that most of the exiles from Snowcloak became cannibalistic scavengers.
"A party went there recently to explore an abandoned mine in search of mageglass. It was... occupied. It appears the exiles there are using it to store their version of 'food'." Read: body parts. "I will be placing a notice to warn citizens not to approach the area, but this is not something from which I believe we can blindly turn away."
"A party went there recently to explore an abandoned mine in search of mageglass. It was... occupied. It appears the exiles there are using it to store their version of 'food'." Read: body parts. "I will be placing a notice to warn citizens not to approach the area, but this is not something from which I believe we can blindly turn away."
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
