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Sweating profusely and breathing deeply, Azoth clawed his way around the cart, trying to make his way to where Belas was. Suddenly the Dunmer sat up, apparently recovered. He tried to stand then, though he couldn't manage it and fell back to his butt. Azoth would have rushed over to help him, but if he let go of the cage right now, he could probably just be joining Belas on the ground without the ability to get back up. Luckily he wasn't alone in his thoughts though, because Fayth showed up offering him a mana potion and the Orc that had showed up also came over to offer him some help up. That left Azoth with a chance to rest, which he desperately needed.

He leaned his back up against the cage, trying to get it to support as much of his body weight as he could, even though it dug uncomfortably into his back. He slumped down a little, but didn't let himself drop into a sitting position. Throwing his head back to gasp for air more effectively, something a little off behind the caravans caught Azoth's eye. He stared curiously for a minute before figuring out what it was, though it didn't make much sense. He tried racking his brain for some kind of recollection, but he had no idea why they would be there. Letting his head flop to the side, he looked over at the other three.

"H-hey! Any of you guys kill any... Bosmer?" Azoth asked, pointing back to where he saw them.