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“Are you Malborn?” I asked approaching the small Bosmer man tucked away in the darkest corner of the Winking Skeever, anxiously twiddling his small, dexterous hands to the beat of the drums playing softly in the background. “Aye, what’s to you?” he said barely looking up from his drink. “I am Delphine’s choice for the job. I hear you have an invitation for me.” “So I do,” he said handing me a small piece of parchment as he motioned me to join him. “What’s your name?” “That’s unimportant, and perhaps a liability. There’s a name on the invitatio