Konrad woke to the cheers of the many soldiers around him. He smiled at the realisation that the battle had been won, trotting down the stairs and into the inn. He went to his room and donned a travelling cloak, pulling it deep over his face as he walked back outside. He followed Celia, smiling. It was as he expected, she was returning to Cyrodil. He would follow from a distance he supposed.
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