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Meldresi finished cleaning Damien's wounds, and tucked the small boy under her paws. Her son had almost been killed by a starving dog, and if it hadn't been for Ohen, he would have literally been dog food. "He will be." His wounds were not major, but they would be sore for days.

"I'm in your debt, Ohen." She said, inclining her head slight in deference. "You had interest in joining the Dark Brotherhood, yes?" At that, she was skeptical at him joining. He sounded guilty when he told her that he had killed. And it was only a dog. How would he react to killing a wolf? Perhaps he would be more suited to spying, or being a priest.