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Previously on Surviving the Storm
"Bring me more fur blankets, this one's body heat is poor and will not survive the cold" the elderly khajiit did her best to remain calm and tried to keep the high elf warm, the others were busy trying to bring more blankets but it was not enough which caused Cicero to worry since Faun considered him a close friend.
The jester was not about to give up when he left running from camp and into the blizzard, "How can that one just leave his companion like this." The male khajiit watched Cicero run off while holding three blankets in his arms. "Forget it, we have other things to worry about and our elder will scold us if we are slow." The female khajiit walked past him with a bowl of hot water and cloths.
Everyone was busy trying their best to keep Faun alive, the elder khajiit fixed some herbs to heal the high elf. The medicine helped but only kept his fever to a minimum, the high elf's skin became pale and his breathing began to weaken which was not a good sign.
From all the khajiits keeping busy, they did not notice three tall dark figures making their way to the camp when the male khajiit in armor spotted the figures and with quick wits. He pulled out his two handed axe and took two steps forward, unable to see the strangers faces from the hoods. "State your business or leave?" the warrior khajiit was not about to allow them to come any closer when the center figure pointed to the tent that the ill elf was in.
"I see, have you any business with that one? Well wait here while I inform the elder of your presents." The warrior khajiit sheathed his weapon and turned to walk to the tent when the last thing he saw was flames before he burned alive.
The other khajiits pulled their weapons out when they heard a scream of pain come from outside the tent when they were immediately attacked by three dark figures, the elder khajiit left the ill high elf's side to defend herself from becoming a victim herself but it was not long when she too, was cut down.
Faun slowly opened his eyes a bit to see what was going on, he slowly turned his head to look outside when he saw the elder khajiit laying in her own pool of blood. Before he could get up, he felt something or someone push him back down with force. "I had a feeling you were here with these thieves and skooma dealers." The deep voice echoed in Faun's head when he looked up to see a dark blurry figure looking down at him, he somehow knew that familiar voice but he just could not place it when he began to black out.
"Do not worry… friend, we will take care of you now." Was the last words Faun's heard, he could not keep himself awake long enough to see what the intruders were doing when he passed out.
Along after the strangers were gone, Cicero returned to the camp with a cure potion when he saw blood had been spilt, the khajiits were all killed and the tents were on fire. "No… FAUN!" Cicero yelled in fear when he dropped the potion and quickly ran for the burning tent that had his friend in.
Before he could make it in there, the burning tent collapsed, Cicero tried to get in when he saw a glimpse of a burning corpse. "Cicero's… to late…" the jester slowly backed away from the scene in shock, he dropped to his knees in confusion and shock that he just saw his friend's corpse in that tent.
Cicero looked down at his cold knees, he felt like crying but laughter ruled that part of him and so he did what was best. He began to laugh alone in that burning camp, he laughed to fill the silence and he laughed at the memory of his dear friend. Faun the only Thalmor that did not mind being around him, he was the only Thalmor that called him friend and smiled about it.