Voices....I can hear voices. Or at least i think i can hear. As i shift in my chair, which has been bound with rope, i recall the last time i had seen light....it seemed like forever ago, someone elses memory, passed down through generations.

It had been such a nice day, the wind carressing my cheeks as i rode through the passing trees and rolling hills. I remeber turning around on my horse and watched as Cheydinhal faded into the surrounding foilage on my journey north. The lush greenery slowly turning to white as i neared the border of Skyrim, and even though my face was covered with a sack, i could feel my mouth stretch into grin at the thought of the beautiful sights, and the countless stops i had to make to scraqe skeever dung off of MoonShadows hooves. Wretched things skeevers are...always getting into food, eating my blasted seared mudcrab!

My reminissing was interupted however with the unbolting of my cell door, sending waves of fear through my body due to lack of sight of my captures. From the shuffling of boots i could make out two men. "What is your name and who sent you" one of them sneered. From the accent i could make one of them out to be argonian, his voice filled with mallice. "My name is unimportant and what i seek is my own buisness" i half croaked. After not drinking for what seemed an eternity had left my throat dry and cracked. "Secrets arent accepted around here, and if youd like to continue breathing, i suggest you tell us what you were doing in our sanctuary" the other man threatened. He lacked any emotion, making every word that much more like a reality.

Debating on whether id survive this ordeal, i mumbled something to the two men. "What was that breton trash? Has the Devines left you?" the argonian chuckled. The smile i had once worn moments before melted into a snarl of pure hatred. "Ill have both your heads! No one will leave this place alive!" i roared. I could hear one of the two step back in shock as the other stumbled into a few chairs. " Y-you dont sc-scare us" the argonian whispered."We w-will teach y-you to behave". One of them retreated to right corner of the room were the sound of a drawer being opened made me nervous. I had to play along we these fools or i wont make it out of here alive.

Without warning, the tip of a dagger was pushed into my back just below my shoulder. I winced but made an effort to conceal my pain as to not show weakness. "feeling talkitive now?" someone said." you shall share the same fate as Umaril" i retorted. As the blade was pushed further, i couldnt help but moan from the burning pain, and as i was about to pass out, the sound of the cell door opening stopped the blades movement. "My Listener, were werent expecting you this morn-" "FOOLS!" a bellowing voice interupted, making it out to be that of an ork. "You have cursed us all!" he continued. "How dare you capture a whitestrake!.......
To be continued....