Tracked down the fellow who had it in for the tax collector. A bit of a loon, and he didn't account for my reaction when he tried to take a swing at me.
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The mook's place was empty. Figured I could catch a bit of shut-eye there, after staying up through the dead of night, in the rain, in the swamp. I'll never get my boots sufficiently clean.
Namiria's Left Toe! Some bloody bugger tried to spit me in my sleep. They say Matius in Ebonhart can tell me more about the group the assassin belongs to. While I want to discharge my debt, my own survival takes precedence. I'm taking the silt stider to Vivec.
Clearly, I have the difficulty slider set on Very Easy for the moment.
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