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A Rotten Scroungeral
Rumare didn't speak, much like this last encounter. He pulled his robe's hood closer to his face, and continued to read. He was surprised the keep wasn't immediately ratting him out. Maybe there was some hope for peace after all. Rumare shook his head slowly. Focus. After much debate, he decided he should confront this mer.The last Altmer didn't recognize him. Maybe he was finally free. But he knew that if not, he could just slip out like the last time. Rumare got up slowly from the table and strode to the counter warily. Without waiting for him to turn around, Rumare spoke softly. "I am the Altmer you are looking for."