Letter from Cyrodiil

“She’s a showoff,” the blonde stated matter-of-factly to her husband.  “Three hostages, dead in the blink of an eye.  And she didn’t even balk at it.  No hesitation whatsoever.”

“Sounds like someone I know.”

She smiled at him.  “I was never headstrong like she is.  She’ll probably end up dead because of that cocky attitude of hers.”

“Now, Astrid, don’t be wishing ill will on members of the family.”

She snorted.  “I’m not wishing anyone ill will, dear husband.”  She sighed.  “Anyhow, we have bigger concerns to address.”

“What’s that?”

“I received a letter from the Cheydinhal Sanctuary; seems like Cheydinhal fell and with only one survivor.  He’s making the journey here from Cyrodiil.”

He waited for a moment before he said, “You sound like there’s something that you’re not telling me.”

“Astute as always, husband.  This Cicero, apparently he’s the Keeper of the Night Mother.”

“The Night Mother’s Keeper?” he repeated, confused.  “Does that mean…”

“Yes,” she answered.  “He’s bringing the Unholy Mother’s corpse here.”

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Author: AisleenHaus

Leaving the real world for one of my own making.

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