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The Hadolids made landfall after what felt like an eternity at sea. They fed me strange fish and something else. What I wouldn't give for just a bowl of saltrice porridge. The Hadolids blindfolded me, bound my arms, and cracked me over the head with something hard. When I awoke, I was in a cave surrounded by them. These Hadolids seemed different. Smaller with softer shells. They unbound my hands. My magicka, while not optimal, was still fearsome. Firebolts, hailstorms, lightning bolts, and even snowballs filled that cave. I had been so weak that none of the crablings had a single dent upon them. But strangely, after my display they began mimicking my movements. I now knew why they kept me alive.
They wanted me to teach them spellcasting.