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"Of course. But come to my chambers after you've relaxed somewhat. I'll have some herbal tea prepared for you." Anariel replied, offering a sweet smile in return. As her husband went off to enjoy his solitude (as always) Anariel returned to her chambers, her ladies following her. The Queen's chambers were spacious and grand, with large windows and a balcony, overlooking the gardens below and the wonderful view one could only see from the Royal Palace, at the very top of Cularane.

Taking a seat in front of her vanity, Anariel's ladies and servants began to remove the ceremonial garb off of her, including her crown, her necklaces, her rings. One by one they removed the pearl hair pins, allowing Anariel's long silver-gold tresses to cascade down to her lower back.

Looking herself over in the mirror, Anariel began to look at the letters of the nobility, gathered by her handmaidens, as they (said handmaidens) brushed her hair, put away her jewels, prepared the various dress options for the evening, served tea and did other various tasks to assist their mistress.

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Lady Celemaira Aellis, Princess by marriage and mother to the Queen, entered the abandoned house, members of the Tatayla having already entered it before her. She looked around, observing the scorch marks on the walls and floors, definitely a sign of the Deadra worshipers attempting to destroy evidence. Some half burned tapestried with Daedric writings hung on the walls. Books, bound in skin (of what though?) lay on the floor, ripped to shreds. One of her assistants followed closely behind, although the girl, still a student of Horstagea, was shaking like a leaf. The bodies of those Daedric worshiping Aldmer that didn't have enough time to run away were stacked on top of one another, off in the corner of the room.

"They're all too squeamish nowadays..." Celemaira thought, looking at the poor Aldmeri girl, whose knees looked like they were about to buckle. She'd probably never seen Deadra worshipers or their place of worship.

What drew her attention in particular, was a small indoor patch of earth, with burnt leaves and plants all over it. Obviously the remains of an alchemical garden. But why was it burned? At closer inspection, it seemed to her that the earth was scortched, then flooded, stuck by lightning, frozen, struck again and scortched a second time.

"Why in the world would they do this? This is obscenely excessive. Completely overdone..." she thought. Syrybane would know. Well he'd guess, but his guesses usually turned out to be correct. "Dig this all up. It seems they were trying to get rid of something here, so don't stop digging till you hit the bottom or you find something." She ordered, looking at some of the Tatayla members.

She'd been assisting them lately with their cultist hunts, due to her newest project. She was gathering information on Daedric rituals, practices and beliefs, alongside her old master. Phynaster also been kind enough to have granted her some authority over the agents of the organization.