Veyna, having grown tired of chasing after Eccar, who kept slipping away, finally decided to go see Dredge. What could possibly have made that guy sound so desperate when he had always hated asking for help—from her or anyone else?
Veyna smirked. Maybe something truly bad had happened to him, something that had made Dredge lose his composure. She actually found that amusing. And since she couldn't make that Dragonborn fight her, she figured she might as well humor Dredge's request for help.
As she flew toward Dredge's location, she glanced down and saw that the Elven warriors had already slain a significant number of Ogres and Daemons. They were actually faring pretty well in this battle. It seemed they were indeed formidable warriors.
But in the end, none of that would matter. They might be strong, but Laston had yet to unleash his final weapon—the one he had specifically created to counter Dragonborn power.
