<div align="center">(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb58377/elderscrolls/it/images/9/9d/Helgen2-1-.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong> http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151019.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151019.0)</div><br/>"It's a bloody shame it is..."<br/><br/>Blind-Eye stirred from his sleep in the back of the covered wagon. It wasn't proper for a Legate to sleep in a munitions train. Tullius would probably have agreed the the off-hand comment from his second in command. But it wasn't his half drunken stupor that had provoked the nord woman to express herself so dourly. It was the three hung men over the gates of Helgen. Or rather boys. He could clearly see that none of them even had a trace of hair on the chin, none less on their scrawny chests. Old Blind-Eye Corvinus sat up, lending some support from Fera's strong arm as he pulled himself up and threw his feet over the back of the wagon as she had.<br/><br/>"They haven't seen enough summers..." he said as he placed the plumed helmet over his dark scaled head "...try to find out what they were guilty of when we come to a stop, will you?"<br/><br/>"On it, Sah!"<br/><br/>She leaped from the back of their vehicle and hurried up ahead. The lizard gave a grunt and watched the landscape in front of him. Vast valleys of thick pine forests nestled between mountain peaks as high as the clouds. Skyrim. He had never thought he would live to see this forsaken land again. But Fate had yet to claim his old bones. Or rather his rejuvenated old bones. He was as young as ever after all. Leaping down he watched as the rest of the train entered through the gates. Flies from the bloated bodies hanging from above buzzed around him and he gave a snarl as he looked up at the gate watchman.<br/><br/>"Cut 'em down, they're leaking bile all over my darn wagons!"<br/><br/>The guard shrugged and pulle a dagger from his belt, cutting the corpses down just after the last wagon made it past. The swollen corpses hit the ground with a sickening thud, but Blind-Eye wasn't too bothered, having decided to take a piss against a nearby tree-trunk. As he was done he turned his face up towards the guard once more.<br/><br/>"What's with the public display? What they done?"<br/><br/>"None of your business, lizard."<br/><br/>"That's Legate Lizard to you, troll-breath, and unless you want a reenactment of the Civil War right here between you and me you better tell me!"<br/><br/>The guard wizened up and looked down on the bodies.<br/><br/>"Horse thieves, Legate. The Jarl wanted an example for the other youth of Helgen..."<br/><br/>The argonian snarled and walked past the gate. Siddgeir hadn't been a great Jarl, but not the kind to do something like this. Either the fool had gone completely mad or there was a new Jarl in Falkreath. No matter which, he would be glad to leave it all behind. 50 wagons, all half full of tools, weapons and provisions, flanked by four legionnaires each. The other half of the space would be filled up by people, volonteers and refugees from along the way. Some had already joined them from Bruma, others would surely come flocking once they made it past Whiterun and Morthal before they arrived at Solitude. And then the sea awaited. How anyone would have found out where to find the blasted island, Blind-Eye didn't know, nor did he really care. It was something for the Imperial Scholars to figure out once they had packed everything up on the boats. 25 ships had been secured for the trip from the Imperial Navy. Not a small amount to be sure. He paced towards the tavern when Fera appeared before him.<br/><br/>"I've already heard of it..."<br/><br/>"Sah, I think you had enough last night."<br/><br/>"I'm not here for the drinks." Blind-Eye lied of course. He was planning to get plastered for the rest of the journey until they arrived at Solitude, the less to see this stain on the map of the Empire. "I sent for some reinforcements that should be here in Helgen by now..."<br/><br/>"Shirley they would've met by the gate, Sah?"<br/><br/>He stopped for a moment and swayed on his feet a bit. He tried to focus her through his badly hungover senses. Her accent was still a jumbled mess of Cyrodiilic and Rift after all these years.<br/><br/>"Not that kind of reinforcement, Praefect. Not official at least..."<br/><br/>"Mercenaries, Sah?"<br/><br/>"Acquaintances, Fera. People I lost contact with long ago. But something tells me they would be invaluable for our mission. Set the men to guard the caravan, half at a time, no drinks for the the footmen, half drinks for officers. I want everyone but me sharp as an An-Xileel blade while we are here..."<br/><br/>With that he pushed his way past the eager officer and through the doors into the tavern. Trygg's Inn. He had never been here. Last time he was in Helgen it was still a smoldering hole after Alduin's little visit. It seemed time healed all wounds, even those inflicted by the World-Eater himself. He threw some irritated gazes around at the gawking nords and bosmer as he staggered up to the barkeep. He must have looked the part as the man almost pushed a whole flagon of mead in his hand before he even uttered a word. He threw the sweat drink back in one sweep. Junipers, just like the old bottle he found in the ruins all those years back. He, Isaac and Rold had been punched out in surprise at how strong it was. Probably aged beyond forgotten behind a shelf somewhere before the dragon had ploughed the whole tavern up. He slammed the flagon down on the counter, eye widened as he gave a sigh of relief. The iron band around his head was already loosening.<br/><br/>"Keep them coming..." he said as he flung a whole pouch of coin to the keep "...don't stop until I crawl out of here..."