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"Black skeleton?" Egil pondered the question for a moment. "Ah, yes. Ragni's ravings. What about it do you want to know?"

"Kal here has got it in her mind to search for this black skeleton." Elisiv said.

"Hmm, I'm afraid you won't find anything. I've already check the area when the request was first put out. No sign of any crypts or caves in the area where the skeleton could come from. Though...there were traces of what the Jarl's Court-Wizard called Void material."

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"Yes, Jarl Ivar has been trying to inspire the people to volunteer for his militia." Randagulf stated.

Gunnar looked displeased with this. "A militia will be pointless. What is a farmer going to do against an elf mage?"

Radangulf's face darkened. "I know Ivar well enough to know why he wants more people. If the common folk had sense they would remain in their homes and tend to their families. Leave the fighting to the warriors of Ysgramor."

Jofrodr walked over and took a look at the missive. "I suppose."

He was disappointed with the reward amount mentioned on the notice, but that was because the last two rewards had been unusually large. Getting back to menial work after fighting a dragon and an Orc stronghold was quite the downgrade.

"You can lead the way on this one Reyl, I'll be your backup." Jof said.

(@Nelthro: As far as the Atmorans know, Mereth is the last Falmer safehaven on Tamriel.)

Hefndir found the stables in the southern part of the city by the gates. The stablemaster was tending to his horses outside.

The Curate finished her letter to her superior, the Arch-Curate. She wrote about the Atmoran presence at the border and the few scouts that had been spotted in Mereth territory.

She walked out of her chamber and to a secure room on the bottom floor of the fortress.

The guards outside the room nodded a she passed by them.

Inside was a golden shrine in the shape of a star.

She brought out a gemstone from her pouch and walked to the shrine. It began to glow in her hand and the shrine was raised up by the structure under it. When it stopped moving, before her was now a tall white-marble hexagonal structure with a pedastal in the center.

She walked inside. On each of the walls was a mirror reflecting her image. She placed the gemstone on the pedastal and said spoke an incantation.

The mirror opposite to her began to shimmer and the reflection was warped into a new visage, one of an elegant chamber with white banners with golden stars and blue tapastries leading to a statue of large Auri-El. Beneath the statue was a doorway into the chantry's headquarters on Ilinhame.

The Curate walked through the mirror and was transported to the island city two hundred kilometers away from her fortress by the border.