Lyara slashed away at the helpless wooden dummy outside Fort Dawnguard. With every slash the grunts morphed into screams dying down at the last swing of the blunt training sword that had nicks around its edges from the sheer impact of her careless strikes. She leaned up against the dummy breathing heavily with her head down. Sweat trickled down her face as images of what had happened four months ago plagued her mind yet again.<br/><br/>"You humans are weak!"<i>weak...</i>the word clung to her like vultures on a carcass repeating itself in her mind countless times before she snapped out of it from the heavy footsteps of the hooves of a horse clattering against the dry gravel.<br/><br/>"You one of the recruits Isran sent for?" She approached the stranger sheathing her sword gesturing with her hand to follow.<br/><br/>Fort Dawnguard was by no means a dashing<i>fort</i>, but one could not doubt its masonry work. Inside, the hall was poorly lit at night courtesy of only candles and moonlight through the glass window up top. The structure is held by large decorative rectangular pillars, despite the dusty and ill-maintained look of the fort its stonework is not only surprisingly precise the stone surfaces also have a slight shine to them.<br/><br/>Israns request for new recruits proved useless by and large as the fort seemed as isolated as ever with hardly any human voices traversing through it. Aside from the occasional piercing scrapes of a weapon being sharpened on the whetstone even that was less obvious than the squealing of rats.<br/><br/>Lyara stood in the dimly lit hall overlooking the balcony floor above as a shadow figure appeared in the moonlight above. A large great sword protruded from behind his back.<br/><br/>"The Dragonborn! to whom do we owe the pleasure?"<br/><br/>Lyara lashed out stepping forward before he could respond. Her arms opened up wide then shifting to point at Isran. "ENOUGH OF THIS!" Her teeth gritted. "4 MONTHS! and the Dawnguard hid with heads between their legs! My daughter lays in the cold soil and i have waited ENOUGH!" Her hand clenched itself into a fist as her eyes glowed with hatred, the kind only calmed through blood.<br/><br/>She exhaled soothing her anger. "Dragonborn or no we make haste for the crypt today or you'll loose me as well."<br/><br/>Isran puckered his forehead stopping to think of his words. "Very well. I must apologize for the short introduction Dragon born but we must hurry towards our first move. I suggest you make your way with Lyara and the rest lest you have any questions?"