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The sound of footsteps brought him into a state of acute alertness, dropping the quill onto the notebook he'd been writing in. His left hand groping for his sword, noting that his companion was asleep, and narrowed his eyes just the tiniest of bits. He was sure that they were probably nobody of importance, but one could never, ever be too sure in a harsh and hostile land like Skyrim, right? Alastor glared at the opening of the tent, moving his head from side to side, trying to catch at least a glance of whoever it was and if they were any potential threat.

Regardless, if they came too damn close to the tent, he'd make sure they wouldn't be alive from that moment forth.

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"Oh so you’re saying you actually think in that thick head? That’s a new one." Snickering cat.

"Oh, you're back. That's just what I need to help me focus. A cat." At least now he could actually hiss back at the cat, since apparently that's a thing he can do now.