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Suddenly, a rather startled young Tamrielic Dark Elf woman, crawls out of a grate on a wall that wasn't there a moment ago... She appears to be wearing old leather armor, boots and blacksmith pants that she scavenged from the Imperial Subterrane. Better than the rags she began with in the prison.
"...I thought this was the way out of the sewers..." She mutters, glancing at her surroundings with suspicion. "What is this?"
"...I thought this was the way out of the sewers..." She mutters, glancing at her surroundings with suspicion. "What is this?"