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Meer-mah’s lifeless corpse laid waste on the ground beneath Og`mir’s towering stature. The battle was won, and the Argonian slavers where no more. The orc knelt down to check of any valuables or belongings of the slaves that the Argonian overseer might have on his possessions. As Og`mir was riffling through the belongings he paused, it was as though a knife had pierced his heart. His head began to throb as he lifted an old insignia, The Timber Wolves of Bruma’s old insignia. The orc began to regret his decision on hastily killing the Argonian, he wanted answers and he wanted them now. Og`mir continued his searching, but it was more like a vulture scavenging the meat off a carcass. He ripped the clothes off the lizard and began to shake the cloth impatiently waiting for a sign to drop out of its pockets. Suddenly, a rolled up piece of parchment dropped to the ground. With haste, Og`mir picked up the scroll and tore the leather binding. His eyes began to scan across the paper, it was a contract. But to the orc, it looked more like the start of an army. The parchment was an agreement to which the Timber Wolves would swear allegiance to someone, or something. At the bottom of the paper was a purple and black seal, Og`mir had never seen a tattoo of this kind, and it irritated him further.

Abruptly, the orc heard a calm voice behind him. When he turned to face the voice his eyes were narrow with rage and his brow was furrowed. He took the insignia and placed it beneath his armor, concealing it from any lingering eyes that might find it for look for it. Og`mir stood up from his kneeling position, still holding the contract only now it was crumpled between his grasp. “I was doing what I was paid to do, you’re safety was on the bottom of my list.” He said irritably. It wasn't that he had a grudge against dark elves, it was more of the fact he killed the cold blooded beast before questioning him further. He noted the Dunmer’s offer to help him in whatever cause and with the recent events, Og`mir and his Bosmer companions would need all the help he could get. Carelessly, he dropped the parchment near the Dunmer. The orc eyed the scene and began to question why Ordami and Milora weren’t here yet, he saw the Breton caster and the Altmer ranger, but the two Bosmers were not around. Og`mir looked down at the dark elf, he didn’t want to leave the fatigued man unattended, however he was concerned of his companion’s fates. He stretched out his giant green hand towards the dark elf, offering to assisting him from off the ground and somewhere much more sanitary, like the side of the cage he was held in for hours.