Inigo saw Tigress, Mere-Glim and Ceralyne all smiling at him while at the same time trying to see what was going on in the room
behind him because, somehow, they found out that Hasir had been stabbed by a silver sword and was brought to Windhelm and
wanted to help in any way that they could, even if that only meant emotional support. Inigo politely stepped aside to let the High elf,
Argonian and Ka'Po'Tun to enter into the room proper.
They peered around the room and all eyes went wide with shock and pity as theey behind the unconscious Argonian. Tigress got up
from the chair she had sat in a went over to the alchemy table where she saw a khajiit she had not met before,
"You must be Inigo right?" The khajiit nodded, "What're you looking at? Did the table get dirty with a layer of dust only you can
see?" Again, he shook his head. He opened his mouth but closed it again when a small voice in Inigo's head told him that she did
not, could not, know that Affraji was gone; even though she had not known her very well.
Tigress put an arm around Inigo's shoulder and led him over to the two wooden tables that served as Hasir's sickbed. Tigress and
Inigo's eyes soon joined the throng as they sat down and placed their heads in their arms as they hoped for the best along with
everyone else.
Mere-Glim fidgeted in his chair as he could not wait any longer; he needed his friend. His gaze snapped back to his friend when he
heard his friend mutter some words of frightful longing,
"Mom...Telvanni...bastards...let her alone." Merre-Glim screwed his face up in disgust and abruptly turned away, head in his hand.
Ceralyne glanced at Hasir, reached out a golden hand and touched his scaly forehead.
The next thing Ceralyne knew, as cerulean light enveloped her, she was riding the magical light in a downward arc as she dived into
the green scales. After a few seconds of feeling around in pure darkness, the elf saw a fluffy pink, flora pattern sofa materialize in
the middle of the dark room, Ceralyne inched closer and saw a woman in purple robes. Ceralyne glanced tto the table to the
woman's right and saw a long staff with a giant orb fixed to it. The high elf slowly circle the couch until she came face to face with
the woman.
She crossed her arms and looked into the woman eyes, somehow more beautiful than any eyes she's seen, with silver irises around
a solid black pupil. The woman was somehow more bueatiful than any woman of any races Ceralyne had seen as well.
She approached the coouch and lent her elbow on it, eyeing the woman curiously,
"Excuse me lady," She said poking her in her robe, "er, who are you?"
The lady got up and eyed her with equal curiosity,
"Me? I am sure you've heard of me child. I am the daedra god of nightmares and dreams, my artifact is Skull of Corruption, I am
sure you've heard it?" The elf shook her head vigorously, Vaermina's grin was replaced by one of disappointment, "Hmmm... pity,
than I am sure you don't know why I'm here, then." Again, the elf shook her head, "No? You mortals sure are clueless. No matter,"
She sighed, annoyed, I guess I will tell you as you mortals are too dull-witted to figure it out on your own." She saw as she conjured
a nail file, filing down her nails.
Vaermina told the high elf that she was the daedric god whose sphere of influence was dreams and nightmares. Ceralyne furrowed
her brow and asked her if they are just going to sit in the near blackness in an unconscious Argonian's mind or if they are going to
see what Hasir wass dreaming about. The female daedra raised at eyebrow at her,
"I beg your pardon but your tiny mortal brain won't be able to grasp what I am about to show you." She grinned coldly and poked
Ceralyne in the head, the elf had to grasp a nearby table to avoid toppling over. "Your poor mortal brain would likely explode if you
attempt to think on the limitless realms of my Quagmire," She paused, "er, that is my realm, the realm of dreams to you mortals.
Ceralyne straightened up and strode closer to Vaermina; her arms crossed,
"Just show me, you stuipd-" Vaermina held up a hand to stop the high elf from spewing any more insults. "Very well, I will show
you." She waved her hand in mid air and conjured a shiny silver mirror with an insigna of an evil-looking face intertwined with a
snake. Vaermina took some purple colored dust from the bag on the table next to her and cast it on the mirror's shiny surface.
Ceralyne gasped as the surface, once sleek and bare, swirled with midnight blue and cerulean dust and solidified onto an Argonian
female standing in front of a earthen tower with different types of fungi blossoming from it. Vaermina gestured to the portal with a
long pale finger and told the high elf to enter the shimmering image.
Ceralyne just gawked stupidly at her,
"I'm sorry, what?" She asked, taken aback
Vaermina told her, a bit more forcefully this time, jabbed at the image and told the elf to enter. Begrudgingly, the high elf stepped
into the shimmering mirror.
Ceralyne landed with a thud on earthen soil that smellt of kwama dung and, strangely, mushrooms. Getting her barings, the elf
looked up; several spindly fungi rose up around a town comprised of equally impressive fungal house pods. She walked a short way
past the various shop also enveloped in small fungal pods and bumped into an Argonian taking samples from one of the flat top
mushrooms which she had put into her bag.
Ceralyne did not know what this was for and followed the Argonian into a tower that looked like it had sprouted from the very soil
the high elf smelled earlier. She glanced around her and saw to dimly lit lanterns; their light outlining a long winding ramp that
looked like it had been carved out of a tree trunk leading up to a round door that looked like it was carved out of the same tree with
a metal lock along with seven or eight branchees that seemed to grow out of the structure to entrap it and coil around it like eight
great snakes. As she followed the Argonian up the ramp to the door, she gazed in awe as the wooden bridge weaved its way along a
through branches of various shapes and sizes.
Ceralyne did not know what to expect when she pulled the ornate wooden knob set outward from a long, gray bar that adorned the
circular wooden door, which the female Argonian had done seconds before. The elf gaped as her eyes beheld the interior of the large
mushroom tower with spores adorning the walls and ceiling. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw blue gemstones which she had
thought the tower grew around.
The elf ripped her gaze away from the gems as she followed the Argonian through another door identical to the one they had just
passed through. The door opened up onto a circular room with a rather large transluscent blue crystal in the middle surrounded by a
half tree trunk the same color as the ramp outside the tower. Ceralyne glanced skyward and and saw walls that extended to an
almost non-existent ceiling.
About mid-way up, however, five or six tree trunks exented from around the room as, upon each stood six Dunmer outfitted in
resplendent cerulean robes with accents of gold and yellow set into them. Ceralyne averted her eyes and she heard the female
Argonian speak,
"Mouth Uvulas, I have complete the task you requested." She said, beaming up at her
Arara Uvulas stared with pure malice at the Argonian,
"Master Neloth tells me you were a slave under Orvas Dren, is that correct?" She asked, arms crossed
The Argonian was at a loss for words; she didn't know how he found that out,
"Yes I was a slave at Dren Plantation, but, I fail to see what that has to do with anything." She replied coldly
Araras snorted and said that it had everything to do with everything. She told the Argonian that the Telvanni is not as accomodating
to escaped slaves as houses Redoran or Hlaalu were. She gestured to master Neloth, who had mateerialized behind the Argonian.
The magister smirked evilly and forced The female Argonian to her knees,
"Master Neloth, take Kassamae away and put her with the other slaves foolish enough to claim their 'freedom' without the knowledge
of the slavemasters." She said pointing toward the door with a furious look as if she was trying to light the poor Argonian aflame.
Master Neloth produced a pair of metal bracers that drain the person's magicka so that they could not escape; all while he was doing
this, she screamed,
"I'm not an escpaed slave, my master set me free!" She said angrily as she tried to earn the dunmer's favor. "I served him faithfully,
please, you must understand." She said through loud sobs
Araras did not seem to be listening as Kassamae's eyes began to swim with tears. She told Neloth to bring Kassamae out and place
her in one on the wooden crates not far from the tower. Neloth saluted, turned Kassamae, who was trying to bite the dunmer's
backside, toward the door and out into the city.
Ceralyne followed close behind Kassamae and Neloth, being extra careful not to be spotted. As they croossed the long, wooden
bridge. Neloth's hard foootfalls on the bridge made Ceralyne scared to even walk normally; she had to walk lighter than she would
normally lest the bridge break apart and crash into the water below. Upon reaching solid land again, beads of sweat danced on her
head.
Neloth turned right by a small shop stall manned by a dunmer who neither the elf nor the Argonian had met. Neloth pointed a
malicious finger to an open cage with a branch door with curved jail-like wooden bars. Neloth poked the shocked and betrayed
Saxhleel a bit too hard with his staff, sending her to land spread-eagled against the back wall of the cage.
Kassamae pleaded with Neloth to let her go, that all this is an outrage, but Neloth turned a blind eye to this; slamming the door to
the cage and locking it,
"Get in there, filthy scum. You thought you had a chance to join the one great house that abhores your kind? Don't make me laugh."
He said with a slight chuckle. "You should be more comfortable in here, after all, your kind should feel at home in a cage, that's
where you filthy lizards belong," He barked a laugh, "Along with those disgusting flea-ridden cats."
He grinned at Kassamae through the bars like a deranged dremora, forcing the argonian to lash out at him with her teeth. The
slavemaster deftly jumped backwards and laughed while he went back to the tower.
Ceralyne looked thoroughly downcast as she felt immensely attached to the Argonian's emotional state at this moment. She saw
something that startled her; next to her cage was a khajiit; though she had not seen this khajiit before. Only one thing stood out to
her. He was the shade of the bright sun.
Ceralyne pulled her finger from Hasir's forehead and looked, stone-faced, at Inigo,
"Erm... Inigo can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked
Inigo looked bewildered but followed her to the green-tinted table nonetheless. Inigo fixed her with his pumpkinish orange eyes as
he lent on the alchemy table, tail swishing this way and that,
"My friend, what is it? What do you have to ask me?" he asked. The elf opened her mouth to respond but saw smething that made
her gasp. Where there should've been be a reflection of the blue khajiit was instead a black khajiit with red eyes was reflected in
the mirror-like green circle in the center of the table.
Ceralyne looked at the black khajiit head and quickly back at Inigo. She did this several type to ascertain positively that she was
sure what she was seeing. When she was sure that this was not a clever ruse, she looked at Inigo skeptically.
Inigo's brow furrowed as he had no idea why was going on. She pointed at Inigo, frightened, mouth agape,
"By Oblivion." She shrieked, "You're not Inigo, just who in Oblivion are you, foul dremora?" Inigo advanced on her, still blissfully
unaware of her rather brash accusation, "What are you talking about? I have no dremora inside me, my dragonfly can vouche for
me, he is really good at turning people's fears on their heads."
Ceralyne said she did not care who Mr. dragonfly was. She remained adamant in her opposition, regardless of Inigo wanting her to
see otherwise,
"Don't skirt around the issue. I saw your reflection in the alchemy table, that was nothing you, that was a... a... dremora or
something." She said, fuming and poking khajiit so furiously in the chest that the khajiit staggered and fell against the alchemy
table, staring down at his 'reflection.' Inigo got to his feet and began to frantically explain, "Ok, you got me," He sighed, "That
black figure you saw in the shining green mirror is Molag Bal's greatest asset, he is called, among other names, the Doomstrider.
Ceralyne huffed angrily and crossed her amrs in defiance,
"A likely story, now tell me the one about the Argonian maid."
Inigo looked shocked and said if she did not believe it, that was her problem, not his; he knew the Doomstrider was indeed real.
Inigo bade the elf to look into the mirror so she could see his realness for herself. Instead of seeing what Inigo wanted her to see,
she saw a black khajiit advanced on a defiant leopard khajiit. She saw the black khajiit fire some type of spell unknown to her at the
leopardine khajiit and gasped in horror and the bluish-black fire, that of the very depths of coldharbour, enveloped the poor creature,
slowly turning her body to ash as her soul flew through the air, like a bird on the wind, to a black soul gem in the smirking khajiit's
hand.
The elf ripped her eyes from the mirror and gasped; she had only known Affraji for a short while but in that short time, she felt like
she had formed a strong bond with her. She rounded on Inigo,
"Who did this?" She asked, pointing to the mirror, which was nnow blank once more, I demand to know, who would dare kill a khajiit
as pure-hearted as she, answer me that, who?" She thundered, her face screwed up in rage
Inigo was about to asked what she had seen in the mirror when his fur staed to turn black and his eyes went from pumpkin orange
to beet red,
"Well done elf, you found me out, yes I killed the stupid cat, but she was asking for it."
The Doomstrider circled the stunned elf, looking triumphant. He said he had killed the khajiit because she was getting in the way of
him getting revenge for what Hircine did to Molag Bal's children. Ceralyne tried to control the wolf within her who was trying so hard
to be let out so she could tear the khajiit limb from limb; She ultimately failed.
She began to transform causing the khajiit to smile gleefully,
"So, you are one of the worthless mutts as well?" He said, unsheathing his claws, "This should be fun."
The wolf snarled as she charged the black khajiit, her eyes full of equal parts hatred and sorrow. The Doomstrider smirked agaiint as
held up a hand as if to summon something from the very air itself. Ceralyne's wolf's eyes grew wide with fright as she saw a sword
made of the purest silver materialize in the khajiit's outstretched hand. He gripped the sword firmly and charged the wolf.
The sword clashed against the wolf's claws; though the silver burned, she did not relent. The Doomstrider smiled darkly as the wolf
finally dropped her guard; though from exhaustion or some clever ruse, he did not know. All he knew, though, wass she was one of
those mutts who soiled Molag Bal's once's pure bloodline and had to be put down.
The golden wolf saw the fire of Oblivion in the khajiit's eyes as he closed in for the kill and dodged as the sword sliced in a downward
arc towards her. Her heavy bulk almost toppled the alchemy table as she ran around it in an attempt to evade the silver sword and
the mad khajiit. She heard the sword clang of the wooden wall and could see with horror that some of the wood paneling had been
chiseled off. The khajiit gave a rage-filled growl and lunged at the alchemy table. There was a crash as the alchemy table smashed
against the wall; glass littering the floor.
Luna bared her fangs and leapt at the khajiit. With the air of a skillful swordsman, the Doomstrider fixed her with his red eyes and
held the silver swordfirmly in one hand, grabbed the neck of the wolf and was about to deal the final blow when Mere-Glim appeared
from behind him and knocked the Doomstrider off of his feet with his tail. With the Doomstrider down for the count, he lent down
and helped the wolf to her paws. The wolf gave a soft whine as the Doomstrider had gotton to his feet again as had his sword trained
on the unwary Argonian. In one quick motion, Mere-Glim grabbed the silver sword and wrenched it out of the khajiit's paw, turned
to face, silver sword in hand and stabbed the khajiit in the stomach,
"You are Molag Bal's pet then? the one he sends to do his dirty work?" The Argonian barked a laugh, "You seem like nothing more
than a scared little kitty masking you own insecurity with false bravado." He said, wretching the sword free.
The wound where he was stabbed by the sword healed almost as if dark magic was acting open it, making Mere-Glim gasp in sheer
disbelief. The Argonian had no idea how this happened, nor how the khajiit could still be standing,
"I, unlike you stupid lizard, am immortal." He sai, grabbing the blood-soaked sword out of the stunned Argonian's claw. "As such, he
said with a horrible glint in his eyes, cannot die by normal means." He cast the sword aside," You on the other hand, He said,
conjuring the bluish black soul fire, "can die, He said, but slowly realized something as he sheathed his spell, "Oh, but forgive me, I
forgot, you are not one of the filthy mutts are you?" He said, glaring at Mere-Glim, "Then a normal death will have to do." The
Argonian winced, waiting the sword to pierce his flesh, but heard instead the sound of metal on metal.
Tigress had crossed swords with the black khajiit; the clang he had heard earlier was her Xiangdao brought to bear against his silver
sword. She glared at the Doomstrider with her large yellow eyes,
"No one harms anyone while I'm around, can't you have some common decency? I mean, my sister's son is currently battling for his
life and you came in her to...cause trouble?"
The black khajit snarled and told her he has his reasons and the bloodline will be purified. With suprising strength, the Ka'Po'Tun
stabbed the sword into the deck and delivered a roundhouse kick so powerful that it knocked the air out of the Doomstrider, and sent
him crashing through the wall that seperate that room with the adjoining one. The Ka'po'tun ran on all fours through the hole in the
wall, pinning the Doomstrider by his throat.
Her eyes went wide as she unsheathed her claws and prepared to stirke; something happened then that caught Tigress of guard, the
black fur was turning blue and the red eyes turning orange,
"My friend, what are you doing?" She asked him where the black khajiit had gone. Shocked, Inigo shook his head, "I... have no idea,
now can you please release me? By the moons, you were about to tear into me like a skeever."
Tigress quickly apologized and they went into the room where Hasir lay. It was then that Inigo noticed the smoldering blackened
bones of a khajiit in the corner of the room,
"Erm... what is that? I didn't do that... did I?" Tigress nodded slowly and told the bblue khajiit how it had transpired.
After several hours of telling the tale, Inigo was in tears,
"No, Affraji, who could have one this, I will ring their necks for what they've done, my fleas demand justice."
Tigress looked sidelong at him,
"Your... fleas?"
Inigo waved a hand in the air,
"Nevermind, but we do have to sniff out who did this."
Tigress smirked and said she already knew who did this, as she said this she pointed directly at Inigo,
"You did this, yet you deny having anything to do with this."
Inigo crieed even harder as he to sifted through the dust and bones for any shred of evidence. He could not believe that Affraji is
really gone; he thought this might be a ruse. He knew he did this, well not him but some spirit of unknown origin that shares his
body, only present when he is feeling particularly negative thoughts or feelings. The only thing is, how is he going to tell his friends
about this; how will he tell Hasir about this?
He tried not to this about this, took one last mournful look at Affraji's remains as he rejoined everyone where Hasir lay in the center
of the room. As Inigo crossed the room, he gave a yelp as he felt a sudden stab of pain in his foot. His face screwed up as he
extracted a jagged piece of glass. He eyed it with comprehension as he followed the trail of broken glass to the right rear wall of the
room, which had several planks of wood missing,
"I wonder what happened here," He asked, scratching his head. The answer revealed itself when he caught the glimpse of a black
furred khajiit head in a bit of glass shiny as an emerald. Inigo picked this polished bit of round glass and closely examined it. He
gasped, almost dropping the glass piece when the black khajiit fixed Inigo with his fiery gaze,
"You have no idea what happend here? You must either be extremely stupid or arrogant, then again you were not in your right right
mind."
Inigo shot a quizzical look at the black khajiit head,
"What do you-" He began but then fell silent, thought on this and finally let out a gasp, "that... was you?" He said jumping to his feet
in outrage. He threw the polished bit of mirror as hard as he could at the wall as watched as the black khajiit's head shattered into a
million tiny pieces.
"Oh come now," said the black khajiit, "don't think you can get ride of me that easily. Yoou can't rid yourself of your emotions, no
matter how hard you try. come to think of it, you can't rid yourself of bad memories either so I guess you have Affraji's death to
contend with too."
Inigo shook his head vigorously as if he were trying to rid himself of his fleas; Loud laughter rang in his head,
"Time to move on, forget Affraji, she is with Molag Bal now." Inigo asked the voice what he did with her. The Doomstrider's voice
said that he revealed her of the pain of living on Nirn by forcefully extracting her soul and storing it in a hardened crystal container."
Inigo asked if the container looked in any way like a soung gem. The Doomstrider laughed and said that it might've been.
Inigo flace grew red as a fire in the fields before Whiterun as he tried forcefully ripping the black khajiit from his mind. In the next
second, there was a flash of bluish-black light and a scream of equal parts pain and anger. The black khajiit appeared as if out of thin
air and stood next to the broken alchemy table and smirked widely at Inigo.
Inigo advanced on the Doomstrider and struck out with his fist, the Doomstrider looked disapproving of this gesture and vanished
into thin air only to appear right behind him. The Doomstrider lent close to Inigo and whispered that Affraji begged him for deth after
he revealed what his plans were. Inigo growled, spun around to face him and pulled his ebony bow from his back, notched an arrow
and trained it on the laughing black khajiit,
"How dare you say things that aren't true about Affraji. While were on the subject where is the black soul gem?"
The Doomstrider opened his mouth and said he did not say anything about a blank soul gem. Inigo smirked as he drew the bow
taught,
"Really? I distinctly remember that you did, albeit in your own abstract way." He held out a claw hand, "Give me the gem, now, or I
shoot." He said
The black khajiit laughed again; looking thoughtful,
"True, true, you can shoot me, but you really wouldn't want to do that."
Inigo lowered the bow a little, but did not release pressure on the bow string or dislodge the arrow,
"No, I really think I do," he said, smirking at the unwavering khajiit. "I am a very good shot with my bow, I can put you down before
you even now what hit you, and when you're dead, I'll pry the soul gem from your cold, dead paws." He eyed the black khajiit with
the same, if not greater, ferocity that the former was giving him, "I say again, give up that soul gem, now, or perhaps Mr. dragonfly
would like to pluck out your eyes and shove them down your throat, your choice." Inigo brought the bow up, aiming at the
Doomstrider's chest again, "I do hope you make the right choice."
The Doomstrider smiled widely, brought him arm back and tossed the soulgem as high as it would go. Inigo spotted this attemt at
trickery and shot an arrow, the Doomstrider dodged this attack with uncharacteristic switness as Inigo leapt into the air, stretched
out his paw and caught the soulgem that had begun its descent. The Doomstrider gave Inigo a look of pure hatred, dissolved into
bluish-black mist and disappeared.
Ingio placed the soul gem carefully into his bag and went over to join the rest of his companions seated around the spot where his
Argonian friend lay. Inigo lent close to Hasir and told him that he dealt with the monster that had stabbed him. He reached out a
claw and touched the spot where Hasir had been stabbed and found that it had completely healed.
Ceralyne sat in the empty chair on Inigo's left and eyed him as if was going to saying something,
"Inigo, erm, I, er, wanted to speak to you about something." She said, placing a golden hand on his shoulder. Inigo spun around and
cursed as he found the high elf looking at him, "Right, er, you wanted to talk to me about... what was it exactly?" He said a tad
sheepishly..
She gave him a light punch in his shoulder, the khajiit yelped and rubbed it as she might've hit him a bit harder than she meant,
"I wanted to talk about what I saw when I entered Hasir's mind." She said
Inigo listened contently as the Altmer told him, at great length, about what she had seen in the Argonian's mind, including the
Telvanni tower that seemed to grow out of the earthy soul of Sadrith Mora and the sun-colored khajiit in the cage next to Hasir's
mother. Inigo gasped and had to grip the sides of his chair to prevent him from falling over, Ceralyne giggled at this, pounding her
fists on the table, making Mere-Glim and Tigress jump.
The smart blue cat regained his sense again and glanced at Ceralyne,
"You saw Fergus? What, er, what in Oblivion was he doing in a cage?" He asked, flabbergasted. Ceralyne shrugged and said that
she only witnessed Kassamae's Telvanni 'trial' not Inigo's brother's.
Inigo looked positively crestfallen at this,
"So... you do not know how Fergus got there?" He asked
Ceralyne shook her head and had wondered that herself. She shook her head and turned back to the table to stare at Hasir's
unconscious body, hoping that h would wake up so she didn't have to be asked such questions that she didn't have the answers to.
To her extreme displeasure, Hasir just lay there unaware of the goings on around him.
Ceralyne got up and went over to a pair of shelves above where the alchemy table was mere minutes before; grabbing several
ingredients, not taking heed to their functions whatsoever. She just wanted her friend to be alright again; she knew the wound has
healed but still he remained motionless. Ingredients in hand, the high elf went over to the table, laid them out and started crushing
them in the stone bowl. She was working from memory as opposed to any set recipe.
When she was little, her mother taught her what she knew of alchemy. her mother, Terginia taught Ceralyne the art of alchemy when
they were still at the city of Alinor in front of a mortar and pestle which stood on a stone table while her mother put different potions
on the table. Terginia told the elf to mix various ingredients from a recipe. The recipe, her mother told her, had called for blisterwort,
wheat and mudcrab chitin.
Ceralyne shook her head and focused more on the task at hand. She ground the already crushed blisterwort, wheat and mudcrab
chitintogether until it became liquified. Ceralyne grabbed a clear bottle laying a few inches away, tipped the contents of the stone
basin into the bottle. She corked it, walked to the Argonian and tipped the potion down his throated and waited for the potion to
take effect, if it would do anything at all.
Ceralyne drifted off into a deep sleep. A few hours later, the blue cat sprang up and nudged the elf,
"Wake up, it looks like your potion, whatever it was worked."
she opened her eyes and exclaimed gleefully. Hasir got up a bit laboriusly as if he were stabbed in the stomach instead of in the
shoulder. He swung his legs over the wooden table. Tigress ran to help The Argonian but he waved her away and leapt off the table.
Hasir turned to Inigo and began to explain the wierd dream he had had while unconscious. The blue cat held up a paw to silence
him, "No need to explain my friend, Ceralyne's told me the whole thing."
Hasir opened his mouth, wanting to say something but just stood there like a fish waiting for a fisherman's hook. Inigo looked at him
confused,
"She did? Did she also tell you who was in the cage next to my mother?"
Inigo said that she did and said he would go to Oblivion and beyond, if need be, to get revenge on the Telvanni for having cruelly
ripping the title of wizard away from her and labelling her a slave against her will. Hasir said he was going to visit his mother in
Gnaar Mok to get her side of the story rather than just go on hearsay. Inigo said that he was going to go with him but then he
remembered he had to find out what the Doomstrider's plans for starving the werewolves was.
Hasir walked over and placed a scaly arm around Inigo,
"Inigo, you can come with me and in return, We can go wherever you want to after." He said. Inigo felt conflicted as he knew his
path was going to be different from the Argonian, at least for the time being, but ended up giving the Argonian a look that
brightened his friend's scales and nodded, "Sure my friend, I will go with you, my plans can wait, I am sure that the Doomstrider
and whatever awaits at Snowpoint beacon can wait until later, lead on."
