The Elder Scrolls RP: Rebirth (IC)

[Virenna]

Theostyr Salomine
Breton, "The Merchant"
Solitude Docks, Haarfingar, Skyrim

Theostyr sat and began to review East Empire Trading Company records within the E.E. office at the Solitude harbor. The kiosk downstairs, meanwhile, was attended by Miss Avenicci. Theostyr went through all the regular taxes, reports, and commissions that he usually did, making sure the company branch was sustaining profits. Suddenly, he noticed a letter stamped with his family's seal among the paperwork. It must have been delivered that very morning. He was surprised; his father, the King of Wayrest, rarely had time to keep in touch with Theostyr. Whatever news the letter contained, it was important. Breaking the wax seal, he noticed the lengthy letter was written by his sister- her flowing, superfluous handwriting was easily recognizable.

Dearest Brother,

I write to you with the utmost haste and urgency, and with a heavy hand, for a great deal of sorrow has occurred while you were off working for the Company. Our beloved father had passed on to meet the Divines, and by law the Kingdom of Wayrest was inherited to our older brother Lucien. But our other sibling Louis has questioned his right to rule, and a civil war has broken out.

Bloodshed has filled the streets of Wayrest, Theostyr. Louis had garnered support, and he and Lucien's men have waged many a vicious battle. Lucien has become primal in his quest to remain in power...I am so sorry. He has killed our younger brothers, the twins, to prevent another uprising, and I fear for my own safety as well, despite my flight to Daggerfall. Please know that I did everything I could to try and reason with him, to no avail. Louis is no better; everyday I hear more about the sufferings he inflicts upon the people.

They will send assassins after you, no doubt. Keep a wary eye, and please, return to Wayrest. If anyone can solve this great trouble, it is you- the commoners hate both Lucien and Louis, the merchants know you from your time in the East Empire Trading Company, and the Empire supports you for your...services. I beg you to return and help me end the violence. I will be waiting for you in Wayrest in the coming months, hidden from our family. Be careful, and may father watch over you. I know he grieves his children's ills. Burn this letter after reading it.

Your Loving Sister,
Antoinette

For the next five minutes Theostyr's face was ridden with shock. He felt a powerful guilt for leaving his family- how could he have ever abandoned them? Before arranging to sail to High Rock with his crew, he visited the Temple of the Nine Divines to pray. It was the first time he meant the many chants and incantations he learned as a boy. He needed the gods now more that ever.

[Zemkal]

Benyamin Do'urden

Benyamin laughed. "You don't know blood young one. For decades I served the most ruthless killers known to man. They spilled more blood in service to their dark god than all the dragons of the world ten times over! You two have not even a prayer of knowing the depths of darkness that I served. Consider yourselves lucky. I died fools! I know the very darkest regions of existence. I know the flame of a thousand dragons. There is blood along your path aye. The blood of innocents."

Benyamin unsheathed his sword.

"Boran did all he could to raise you as a good person Babbette. He failed."

"She's a damned child, Benyamin!" Aladur came to a halt and turned around to face the man who he once loved as a brother. He had naught much time with him, but they were kindred spirits, fellow beings who understood each other. Aladur carried his things while he was dead, for the love of Akatosh!

"I see whats going on here..." Babbette giggled. "Old Benyamin is going soft on us!" she laughed a little more, then suddenly stopped. "

"And what do you intend to do with us, now? You seem to think us evil, do you wish to attack us like a fool like he did?"

[Aldares]

"She's a damned child, Benyamin!" Aladur came to a halt and turned around to face the man who he once loved as a brother. He had naught much time with him, but they were kindred spirits, fellow beings who understood each other. Aladur carried his things while he was dead, for the love of Akatosh!

"I see whats going on here..." Babbette giggled. "Old Benyamin is going soft on us!" she laughed a little more, then suddenly stopped. "

"And what do you intend to do with us, now? You seem to think us evil, do you wish to attack us like a fool like he did?"

"Girls' more or less right. What would Ben accomplish if he slew us?" Aladur cracked his neck and felt the temperature getting warmer as the group was beginning to reach the bottom of the mountain. They were still relatively high in altitude, but the moderate climate of the Rift was enough to warm the elf's bones.

[Zemkal]

The Black Horse Courier

Church of Talos in Solitude Fire Back At Aldmeri "Dovakhiin" Claims

"A Dragonborn is always born a Nord, bound for Savengarde to drink with the Ninth, Talos." Proclaimed Head Priest of Talos, Nigel Battleborn, in the wake of the news that the Aldmeri had birthed a Dovakhiin in the Summerset Isles.

The news that the Imperial Palace would be willing to house a Elven "Dragonborn" has angered the church of the Ninth Divine. Talos, beleived by humans to once have been a Dovakhiin himself, is what has lead to the beleif that such a destiny chosen person must be a Nord, and destined to sit beside the Ninth Divine.

While the supposes High Elven Dragonborn, Alira Trena, is still inbound the the Imperial City, the main Temple of Talos has proclaimed they will be holding a peaceful demonstration outside the Imperial Palace, to combat the Aldmeri's claims,.

"The thought that a man or mer born in the Isles of our Empires Enemy is an insult to us, Talos, and heresy in its purist form. So we will not stop until our voices are heard, and this fake is driven back to the lies for wence it came."

[SaintB]

Romuel Jucania
Battlehold, Cyrodill

Something had to be done and soon. The Dreadknight and Lich trapped beneath the keep could find an escape route at any time and there were too many lives at stake. His initial thought was to seek help from Icarus but he was to be taken by the guard to Chorral where he would stand trial for attacking the barkeep in the tent city. His own men were not numerous, nor experienced enough, to fight a lich. He could send for a Battlemage but the elder counsel might reject his request because of the debts he had yet to make any headway on; likewise the Mage's Guild would expect payment he couldn't make and the Fighter's Guild as well, not to mention they may take weeks to build up a proper team and Battlehorn may not have weeks. His noble neighbors had been no help in anything else and he was loathe to reveal the keep's secret publicly lest the enemies he had made tried to use it against him.

There was only one more place he could turn... Caladan was still on his land with a contingent of Mercenaries. He had allowed the man to build a camp south of the road and it was visible to him from the towers on the walls, less than a mile away. He had moved there to the camp when Romuel had given shelter to Icarus and his companions (which were now all missing) but had not given a reason why. The man seemed willing to make friends with himself though so perhaps he could convince him to aid Battlehorn now? it was a very long shot but there was no other choice than to crack open the secret vault beneath the keep and attempt to kill them himself, or hope that the wards and seals placed against them held for The Nine knew how long. It was resolved then, he would travel to Caladan's camp alone tonight and plea for help.

Later
The sun was just down behind the hills when Romuel left the Castle alone on foot. He was armed with his sword and carried a buckler for protection and wrapped himself up in a cloak so as to be harder to identify. When he had crossed the road and down the hillside he tossed the cloak aside and made his way toward the camp; he was dressed in clothes suited for traveling in but also good enough to pass off as 'upper class' in case his station might come to question. He brought with him a lantern also, that he lit as he headed up the hillside toward Caladan's camp which he should reach just after the end of the twilight. It was still darker than usual though as the moons were still conspicuously missing from the sky. He could see the camp atop the hill, silhouetted in front of the sky by the lantersn which were hung from poles to make light and the cooking fires burning among the tent rows- a low wall made of loose stone and earth surrounded it on three sides with a single opening to go in and out and inside were many tents for the mercenaries and a low structure where Caladan himself probably stayed. It was like a thousand legionaire camps Romuel had called his temporary home during his years in the legion, not comfortable but secure enough that one did not fear attacks from anything short of an army.

Calmly, confidently, Romuel picked his way up to the entrance not making any move to hide his presence, hoping to telegraph that he was not a threat.

[Videssos]

Caladan Velaryon,
Mercenary Camp,
Battlehorn, Cyrodiil

Caladan was deep in thought, as he sat upon a chair inside the tent, carved from thick, stout Oak. He wondered what the ...vampire... Dragonborn would be doing now, and where. He thought of vampires with a sense of hatred and disgust, no little part of that due to what they'd done to him. He didn't like the thought of enemies like that, and preferred to keep such opponents few and far between; thus choosing his enemies wisely. He was still glad they had left the castle; being too near to the likes of them incited many unsavoury thoughts, and emotions. His attention suddenly shifted as he heard footsteps outside the tent. One of the mercenaries? He reached out and sensed the wards that protected the confines of his tent from unwanted intruders. He frowned. It wasn't one of them.

Curious, he wondered who would wish to meet him. He rose to his feet, and readjusted the daedric sword and the Akaviri katana at his sides. Caladan rose the tent flap covering the entrance.
He realised now. He had a good eye for identifying people, and recognised the cloaked individual as Romuel. Intrigued as to why the Lord of Battlehorn would come to him, he spoke.
"Ah, Lord Romuel. Such an unexpected pleasure. I'm interested as to the nature of your visit."

[Zemkal]

The Black Horse Courier,

Anarchy in Wayrest

The Recent Death of pro Imperial King Salomine has left a panic over the throne. Th rite of succession has passed down to the eldest of the Salomines, Lucien Salomine, amongst much protest.

Rumors have circulated that upon King Salomine's deathbed, he swore the throne to another brother, Louis, causing friction within the fmily, and in the city itself.

Indeed, small warring groups often take to the streets of Wayrest in battle, the Rebellious Louis's caste of beleivers against the Town and catle Guard. The only thing keeping this from becoming a day-to-day battle is the daughter to the queen, Antoinette, who is currently playing both sides, trying to appease both men for the betterment of the City of Wayrest in such troubling times.

However, recent reports state that Antoinette has fled Wayrest to take shelter in Daggerfall, after the mysterious deaths of the twin princes of Wayrest.

The Imperial Legion has all but abndoned Wayrest, being to thin in number to make any attempts at keeping the peace in that province. Open warfare will probably have already started in ernest by the time this Report is circulated. In these darkest of times, this is even more grim news to add to the ever frowing tear in Tamriel.

[SaintB]

Caladan Velaryon,
Mercenary Camp,
Battlehorn, Cyrodiil

Caladan was deep in thought, as he sat upon a chair inside the tent, carved from thick, stout Oak. He wondered what the ...vampire... Dragonborn would be doing now, and where. He thought of vampires with a sense of hatred and disgust, no little part of that due to what they'd done to him. He didn't like the thought of enemies like that, and preferred to keep such opponents few and far between; thus choosing his enemies wisely. He was still glad they had left the castle; being too near to the likes of them incited many unsavoury thoughts, and emotions. His attention suddenly shifted as he heard footsteps outside the tent. One of the mercenaries? He reached out and sensed the wards that protected the confines of his tent from unwanted intruders. He frowned. It wasn't one of them.

Curious, he wondered who would wish to meet him. He rose to his feet, and readjusted the daedric sword and the Akaviri katana at his sides. Caladan rose the tent flap covering the entrance.
He realised now. He had a good eye for identifying people, and recognised the cloaked individual as Romuel. Intrigued as to why the Lord of Battlehorn would come to him, he spoke.
"Ah, Lord Romuel. Such an unexpected pleasure. I'm interested as to the nature of your visit."

Romuel looked grave and stood in the tent waiting for an invitation before he would sit down, "I wish I could say that this trip was merely for pleasure but unfortunately it isn't Lord Caladan. I have grave concerns for the keep and for the people in the tent city, even for your camp."
He produced the journal and offered it to him; "This is the secret Journal of Lord Jaren, one of my predecessors from when the castle belonged to The Knights of the True Horn, I marked a page where a troubling entry starts. I might need your help to solve this... problem...

[Videssos]

Caladan Velaryon

Caladan absently gestured to a nearby chair as he took the book from Romuel. He flipped through a few pages whilst listening to the man's words. He soon found the 'troubling entry' of which lord Battlehorn spoke of. "Curious." He muttered. "Yes, I see how you might require my help to deal with this little problem."
Fortunate indeed though, that it does not involve vampires. With the way my luck has been going, I hardly expected anything otherwise. That alone; was a relief, he thought. A Breton necromancer turned Lich and a dreadknight. It wasn't for nothing that Caladan himself had a necromancer amulet, though he rarely collaborated with others in his day. One of the individuals he had done so with, was the infamous Wolf Queen of Solitude; Potema Septim. At around the same time Caladan had disappeared the War of the Red Diamond began. Refocusing his thoughts to the present, he turned his attention to thoughts of Romuel's plea for help.

[SaintB]

Caladan Velaryon

Caladan absently gestured to a nearby chair as he took the book from Romuel. He flipped through a few pages whilst listening to the man's words. He soon found the 'troubling entry' of which lord Battlehorn spoke of. "Curious." He muttered. "Yes, I see how you might require my help to deal with this little problem."
Fortunate indeed though, that it does not involve vampires. With the way my luck has been going, I hardly expected anything otherwise. That alone; was a relief, he thought. A Breton necromancer turned Lich and a dreadknight. It wasn't for nothing that Caladan himself had a necromancer amulet, though he rarely collaborated with others in his day. One of the individuals he had done so with, was the infamous Wolf Queen of Solitude; Potema Septim. At around the same time Caladan had disappeared the War of the Red Diamond began. Refocusing his thoughts to the present, he turned his attention to thoughts of Romuel's plea for help.

"If I do this on my own my chances are rather slim of surviving and my chances of success are doubtful; and then they will escape to cause untold havoc. If I wait than they may break free of their prison before I can be prepared and it would be just as bad; or future generations may have to deal with Battlehorn's inaction." he was caught between the curtain and the keep and archers had closed the exits.

"I want to ask for your help, between the two of us and our armsmen we should stand a chance."

[Aldares]

Aladur craned his neck back around to take a look at Benyamin to see that the man was seemingly fading into the air, misting at his feet and hands. Rage seethed off of him like death did a lich, and before Aladur could begin to ask questions of the odd magics, Benyamin dissapeared into a fiery expanse, then was gone.

"I don't even want to begin to understand that... Babbette, where are we off to, now?"

[Zemkal]

Aladur craned his neck back around to take a look at Benyamin to see that the man was seemingly fading into the air, misting at his feet and hands. Rage seethed off of him like death did a lich, and before Aladur could begin to ask questions of the odd magics, Benyamin dissapeared into a fiery expanse, then was gone.

"I don't even want to begin to understand that... Babbette, where are we off to, now?"

Babbette laughed at Benyamin's rapid disapearance. "Well, thats not the last we've seen of him!" After she stopped giggling, she headed Aladur's words. She looked up the mountain wondering... then shrugged. That was Boran's dreaam, for her to go there.

He no longer mattered.

"I suppose we get a caravan to head to Cyrodiil, don't we? We can always hide among the funny cat people."

[Aldares]

Aladur craned his neck back around to take a look at Benyamin to see that the man was seemingly fading into the air, misting at his feet and hands. Rage seethed off of him like death did a lich, and before Aladur could begin to ask questions of the odd magics, Benyamin dissapeared into a fiery expanse, then was gone.

"I don't even want to begin to understand that... Babbette, where are we off to, now?"

Babbette laughed at Benyamin's rapid disapearance. "Well, thats not the last we've seen of him!" After she stopped giggling, she headed Aladur's words. She looked up the mountain wondering... then shrugged. That was Boran's dreaam, for her to go there.

He no longer mattered.

"I suppose we get a caravan to head to Cyrodiil, don't we? We can always hide among the funny cat people."

"If I'm correct, we're in The Rift, so the closest caravan would be on its way to Cyrodiil from Riften. If we just walk along the roads, we risk getting recognized by Imperial soldiers. Maybe someone in town would be willing to take us down."

[Zemkal]

Babbette laughed at Benyamin's rapid disapearance. "Well, thats not the last we've seen of him!" After she stopped giggling, she headed Aladur's words. She looked up the mountain wondering... then shrugged. That was Boran's dreaam, for her to go there.

He no longer mattered.

"I suppose we get a caravan to head to Cyrodiil, don't we? We can always hide among the funny cat people."

"If I'm correct, we're in The Rift, so the closest caravan would be on its way to Cyrodiil from Riften. If we just walk along the roads, we risk getting recognized by Imperial soldiers. Maybe someone in town would be willing to take us down."

A voice inside Babbettes head let out a snort. "No, not Riften."

Babbette sighed. "I suppose someone in town can help us kill a king. Skyrim isn't exactly Imperial friendly letely, eh?" she aasked, skipping down the stone steps.

[Aldares]

"If I'm correct, we're in The Rift, so the closest caravan would be on its way to Cyrodiil from Riften. If we just walk along the roads, we risk getting recognized by Imperial soldiers. Maybe someone in town would be willing to take us down."

A voice inside Babbettes head let out a snort. "No, not Riften."

Babbette sighed. "I suppose someone in town can help us kill a king. Skyrim isn't exactly Imperial friendly letely, eh?" she aasked, skipping down the stone steps.

"Or perhaps a fellow from Ivarstead will do us a favor and take us along the roads. If they refuse, we can appeal to them by showin them your Voce. Should get us places in Skyrim, if my suspicions are correct. You're their hero, girl. And we'll have to capitalize on that."

[Zemkal]

A voice inside Babbettes head let out a snort. "No, not Riften."

Babbette sighed. "I suppose someone in town can help us kill a king. Skyrim isn't exactly Imperial friendly letely, eh?" she aasked, skipping down the stone steps.

"Or perhaps a fellow from Ivarstead will do us a favor and take us along the roads. If they refuse, we can appeal to them by showin them your Voce. Should get us places in Skyrim, if my suspicions are correct. You're their hero, girl. And we'll have to capitalize on that."

"Whatever." Babbette said, skipping down, as the snow began to disapear. The Bridge was now in sight. "The guy down here has a cart, and if he won't take us, we'll just kill him. Not as if he needs it more than us."

[Zemkal]

The Waters Below the Throat of the World

As darkness fell upon the land, a strange darkness filled the waters below the tallest mountain in Skyrim. Two entities, barely visible to those in the town nearbye, appeared. One seemed to be surrounded by Ravens, the other, was a multi-armed woman. They appeared to bicker for a moment, speaking in a tone unheard by those in towns nearbye. After moments, they seemed to agree upon something, and were enveloped in the darkness they had created.

From the darkness rose an amulet, shining brightly. It fell into the waters, and the waters began to bubble. From these bubbles rose a flame, fighting for its very existence. The waters boiled, and finally a large, firey bird emerged from the waters, and flew into the sky, heading eastward, farther into Skyrim in a hurried pace.

And then, as if nothing had ever happened, everything was as it once was.

And the mortals were none the wiser.

[Aldares]

"Or perhaps a fellow from Ivarstead will do us a favor and take us along the roads. If they refuse, we can appeal to them by showin them your Voce. Should get us places in Skyrim, if my suspicions are correct. You're their hero, girl. And we'll have to capitalize on that."

"Whatever." Babbette said, skipping down, as the snow began to disapear. The Bridge was now in sight. "The guy down here has a cart, and if he won't take us, we'll just kill him. Not as if he needs it more than us."

"That's the spirit!... Now that the whole journey is coming to end, I'm feeling kind of... Eh, taken by inspiration. What do you want to do after we kill the Emperor?" Aladur looked this way and that, keeping his eye out for a house with a cart near it and a horse which he could hook up to it.

[Videssos]

"If I do this on my own my chances are rather slim of surviving and my chances of success are doubtful; and then they will escape to cause untold havoc. If I wait than they may break free of their prison before I can be prepared and it would be just as bad; or future generations may have to deal with Battlehorn's inaction." he was caught between the curtain and the keep and archers had closed the exits.

"I want to ask for your help, between the two of us and our armsmen we should stand a chance."

"Yes... well; as for my help, that you can indeed have. Good opportunity to destroy a fool Lich, one that had a fool plan."

A chance, he thinks? A certainty, I think. After all, I've fought far worse and ended up coming out alive. At that last thought, he almost chuckled out loud. Oh, the irony. Once he'd cleaned up that little problem in Battlehorn, Caladan wondered what he would do next. I always have a plan for such things, even if it seems like they've been conjured out of nowhere, I manage somehow.

[Zemkal]

"Whatever." Babbette said, skipping down, as the snow began to disapear. The Bridge was now in sight. "The guy down here has a cart, and if he won't take us, we'll just kill him. Not as if he needs it more than us."

"That's the spirit!... Now that the whole journey is coming to end, I'm feeling kind of... Eh, taken by inspiration. What do you want to do after we kill the Emperor?" Aladur looked this way and that, keeping his eye out for a house with a cart near it and a horse which he could hook up to it.

Babbette didn't get time to think this over, as a Khajiit caravan up ahead seemed to be having some trouble with the few guards posted around the hamlet of a town.

"Looks to me like we have our oppurtunity." Babbette said, smiling up at Aladur.

[Aldares]

"That's the spirit!... Now that the whole journey is coming to end, I'm feeling kind of... Eh, taken by inspiration. What do you want to do after we kill the Emperor?" Aladur looked this way and that, keeping his eye out for a house with a cart near it and a horse which he could hook up to it.

Babbette didn't get time to think this over, as a Khajiit caravan up ahead seemed to be having some trouble with the few guards posted around the hamlet of a town.

"Looks to me like we have our oppurtunity." Babbette said, smiling up at Aladur.

Aladur confidently pranced up to the scuffle and addressed a guard. He wore armor with a matching shield of gray. Or, at least, it looked like gray. Even with Aladurs keen eyesight, some colors were a bit blurry in the early morning sun.

"Excuse me? What seems to be the problem?"

[Zemkal]

Babbette didn't get time to think this over, as a Khajiit caravan up ahead seemed to be having some trouble with the few guards posted around the hamlet of a town.

"Looks to me like we have our oppurtunity." Babbette said, smiling up at Aladur.

Aladur confidently pranced up to the scuffle and addressed a guard. He wore armor with a matching shield of gray. Or, at least, it looked like gray. Even with Aladurs keen eyesight, some colors were a bit blurry in the early morning sun.

"Excuse me? What seems to be the problem?"

The Guard let out a series of curses at Aladur for interupring, while the large, grey Khajiit spoke softly, and yet somehow over him. "Slow Rider merely wished to bed down here for the night. Slow Rider's caravan is moving from Solitude to Chasemoore, in Elsweyr. We only wished beds, but this Guard insists Slow Rider's kind are not allowed inside."

Babbette rolled her eyes at the weakness of the Khajiit, but also curiously glanced at the rather large, stripped cat person, who had drawn his two handed blade and kept it at his side.

[Aldares]

Aladur confidently pranced up to the scuffle and addressed a guard. He wore armor with a matching shield of gray. Or, at least, it looked like gray. Even with Aladurs keen eyesight, some colors were a bit blurry in the early morning sun.

"Excuse me? What seems to be the problem?"

The Guard let out a series of curses at Aladur for interupring, while the large, grey Khajiit spoke softly, and yet somehow over him. "Slow Rider merely wished to bed down here for the night. Slow Rider's caravan is moving from Solitude to Chasemoore, in Elsweyr. We only wished beds, but this Guard insists Slow Rider's kind are not allowed inside."

Babbette rolled her eyes at the weakness of the Khajiit, but also curiously glanced at the rather large, stripped cat person, who had drawn his two handed blade and kept it at his side.

Aladdin just lifted his hand above the guard's helmet and crashed down as hard as he could, causing a large clanging sound, knocking that guard out. "Babbette, take the other, please. Now, Slow Rider, would you be willing to take two people across the border discriminantly? We've got a lot of things you might want."

[Zemkal]

The Guard let out a series of curses at Aladur for interupring, while the large, grey Khajiit spoke softly, and yet somehow over him. "Slow Rider merely wished to bed down here for the night. Slow Rider's caravan is moving from Solitude to Chasemoore, in Elsweyr. We only wished beds, but this Guard insists Slow Rider's kind are not allowed inside."

Babbette rolled her eyes at the weakness of the Khajiit, but also curiously glanced at the rather large, stripped cat person, who had drawn his two handed blade and kept it at his side.

Aladdin just lifted his hand above the guard's helmet and crashed down as hard as he could, causing a large clanging sound, knocking that guard out. "Babbette, take the other, please. Now, Slow Rider, would you be willing to take two people across the border discriminantly? We've got a lot of things you might want."

Slow Rider seemed out raged at first that they had blatantly knocked out guard, and looked as if he was bout to yell for help, when the larger Kitty out his pawed hand on his shoulder. "We go." he saidd simply, and with those words, Slow Rider seemed to change his mind completely.

Babbette drug the small man to the back of the caravan, where three other Khajiit women sat, somewhat surprised at the appearance of the small Imperial Girl. Babbette went to draw her blade... and realized it was the one Boran had given her. Scoffing, she grabbed her Golden Sabre and slit the mans throat. The Khajiit women yelped in surprise, one hiding her little baby kitty from Babbette.

"You wanna hoist this thing in, Aladur?" Babbette yelled, climbing in beside the cringing women.

[Terripin]

Battlehorn
Telindar looked at Lord Romuel as he left his castle. His face looked as if it was troubled. What was surprising was that he had left on foot, past a series of hills somewhere. Where could he be going? Tonight would be the last night Telindar would stay before leaving again for Chorrol. He shook his thoughts away. He could always try to figure out when he came back. He didn't like to meddle, but maybe Telindar could just give a little try to finding what was going on. He returned his attention to a khajit merchant trying to overprice his spices.