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Several hours later, Siira had found the correct path. She was limping, even though the potion she had found on one of the bandits had mostly closed her wounds. Her thigh still throbbed where the arrow pierced it, and her left arm was still somewhat bruised from the pounding it received. These stone stairs were not helping matters either; they jarred her leg and generally wore her down. And all she had to look forward to were the skeletal stone spires that formed the entrance to Bleak Falls Barrow. Suddenly, Siira froze. She thought she saw -- yes, there it was again. Movement. She dropped into a crouch and drew her bow. Here we go again...