Kalur felt a hand smack across his snout.

"Wake up, Lizard!" Kalur opened his eyes to see the same Orc that had carried him off earlier. Only now he was seeing his face in a very clear light! He had small spikes along his eyebrows, and wore his hair in dreadlocked Mohawk.

The Orc then shoved a piece of roasted meat skewered on a stick in his face.

"Eat!" The Orc commanded.

"...What is it?" Kalur asked.

"Some rodent I killed." The Orc responded. Kalur looked at it, a confused look on his face. He looked over to his left, and saw a giant dead rat.

"...No thanks." Kalur said, turning his head away. The Orc grabbed Kalur by his shoulder, forcing him to sit up.

"I am sorry I cannot get you any tree sap, but you need nourishment!" The Orc snapped, putting the meat in Kalur's hands. "I can't carry you all the way out of here!"

Kalur growled. "And just who are you supposed to be, my nanny?"

The Orc just laughed at the mockery. "That's the best you could come up with?" He went over to the fire, and got another meat skewer. "And you're supposed to be the big, bad Dragonborn everyone has been talking about?"

Kalur was silent.

"Tell me: If I had not come along, were you just going to just rot away in that slaver's dungeon until they killed you for your blood, like some sort of vampire? Were you too frightened to act?" The Orc said bluntly, starting to eat.

"I was looking for a way to escape..." Kalur said with little patience.

"Looking?!" The Orc looked enraged. "I'll show you the way to escape!" He picked up his sword and balled his other hand into a fist. "THIS AND THIS!"

"So that's your plan?" Kalur asked. "Fight our way out? Did you ever think we might die in the attempt?"

"Maybe we will, but it's better than just sitting around like frightened saber-cat cubs doing nothing!" The Orc snapped. "Now eat! Build up your strength so you call pull your own weight!"

Kalur reluctantly tore off part of the meat on the skewer, and chewed on it. He knew there wouldn't be any chance of changing this Orc's mind.

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Meanwhile, at Bleak Falls Barrow...

"Are you sure they went this way, Dulian? Are you positive they are in there?" Dovah asked.

"I'm positive." Dulian said, using a clairvoyance spell. "Their magicka trail is fresh, and it's the only thing they couldn't cover up. They are somewhere in the barrow."

"Good." Dovah said, drawing his sword. "Get ready for some combat. I doubt they'll surrender Kalur easily..."