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The Khajiit nodded and limped her way out from the garden under the cover of darkness as the night soon began to set in.

"I need to lean on you for a while", she murmured. "Can't let the guards catch me with this wound, lest they would suspect something."

Vemirius guided Scav and Fabricius into the barracks and handed them each their own lantern. "I will notify Beatrix as well. As the local healer and coroner, she should accompany you. She has a sharp mind that one."

He then turned to a couple of the guards. "Alright, lads, listen up. Each one of you running the night shifts are hereby called to join me and the Investigators here in a little murder hunt. We need to find the bastard that dropped Cordius on his back. And we will hit him hard!"

The guards muttered in approval and geared up with torches and weapons.

"Hell yeah!" roared a burly Argonian and slammed his fist into the table before donning a helmet from the table surface.

"You don't know what you are asking of me", sighed Montinette. "But I shall continue. You see... my forefather did something to these men... A punishment, if you will. Some people would consider it a just punishment, others would consider it cruel of him. But know that what he did, he did only to prevent their dreams from ever taking shape."

Montinette's gaze darkened as he stared into the firepit, the flames seemed to reflect in his eyes. "He left the Academy... or more likely fled the Academy, together with his three trustworthy accomplices. The men he had finished the Great Work with, without the remainder of the Order's knowledge. But he didn't leave before he had left them one final gift in the sign of the alchemists. A vial... a vial which they believed to be the fulfilled version of the Elixir of Life. Consumed by their own greed and lust for power, they consumed the contents, one by one..."

He fell silent for a while. "To their dismay the five of them were soon to become aware of the fact that what had just been drinking had indeed not been the Elixir of Life, if anything it was the Elixir in its rawest form. A dysfunctional recipe. A parting gift from my forefather as a payment to the corruption of their minds... with a few added reagents of his own."

He glanced back at Kay. "I trust that you saw the results of what became of Cordius?"