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Miri dangled over what would've been a rather grisly demise, and her sword did not falter or slip.

"I see you found the first of my traps." Daireg noted. "I couldn't let just anyone come in here to face me.  Even after what I've learned of you, Dark Knight, I have to make sure you are the real thing.

"Pull yourself up.  This isn't the worst of them by far."

Agatha flew through dark hallways that were barely lit, disguising her well, but also making it difficult for her to see herself.

She eventually flew into a large dark chamber, that was as pitch black as the rest of the place, but she could sense other halls branched off from it: four, to be exact, including where she had come from. Perhaps one of them led to Jude, or maybe Daireg did in fact have the Dunmer close by, but searching for the swordsman ran the risk of being caught.

Scire, Talin, Hadrian, and Kris, turned the corner, and walked onto the scene of a feast. Men of all races sat around a large stone table, although were primarily Orcs, Imperials, Nords, and Redguards. There was no food, but massive jugs of wine, and all drank from chalices. Those who studied Imperial history would notice every Septim emperor was present, seated at places of honour among the table, and surrounded by other famous figures from history, but also people nobody would recognize.

It was Tiber Septim himself who greeted them as they entered the chamber. He was 60 years of age, had graying hair that trailed down to his neck, and was dressed in the Imperial robes.

"Come, honored guests." The man said, hands folded before himself, his attitude calm and reserved. "Sit, drink with us." He gestured to the table. "Why don't you rest a while?"