'Sit down Makor, you need to rest. Dovahthur can wait.' I look to Falin, 'Thank you.' I walk toward my and lie down. I don't remember the last time I had time to rest. I need to regain my strength. I close my eyes and for the first time in centuries, fall into a deep sleep. I dream I am in a beautiful landscape. Akatosh stood in front of me.

'I mourn your daughter's pain.'

'Thank you, Lord.'

'Dovahthur is much more powerful than before. Be weary.'

(What would you prefer?)

Falin set to work gathering up the rest of her gear. "Zork, you're still around, yes? An ethereal scout could come in handy."

Akatosh sits down on a nearby chair. 'Come, sit.'

I sit down. Akatosh pours some tea for him and me.

"I will not stand idley by, while innocent people have been tortured and brutally killed! Justice has to be served. My wounds don't matter, the wounds of the people do. If I die so be it!" Makor said as he was blinded by rage for Dovahthur. 

"Is there no more honor in this world, Lord Malacath?" Makor muttered to himself

Falin shot him a cold look. "Sit down and stay put. Rushing blindly into things and getting yourself killed will only make things that much worse."

A FEW HOURS LATER . . .

I wake up feeling whole again. It appears Falin and Zork's soul have left. I head toward my treasure room, guarded by Imps. I open an enchanted chest. In it were the two Gold Soul Gems. The spectral Daedra were still trying to break out. I pick both of them up. What? What am I doing.

I walk back up after locking the chests. Why was I in there?

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Makor stands next to Sauriil, and lights a pipe

"Imagine a world, a peaceful world, where I'm not chief, just a villager, I see my wife doing all the work, while I sit on a chair smoking my pipe, but it seems there is no peace for me. Have I done something to anger the Gods? Why can't live a peaceful life?"

'Peace can never truly exists. As long as there is man, mer or beast there will never be peace.'

(Another lesson from StrunLokSingh!)

"You are correct. I have been trained to be a killer at such a young age, my armor is my home, my weapon is merely an extension of my arm. You are a good and wise friend, Sauriil. Want a pipe?"

'No, thank you.'

Makor shruggs. "More for me." He stuff back in his knapsack.

Falin scanned the horizon. She had made good time in the past couple hours. Taking a breath, she focused solely on the scent on the bow. She could visualize a trail leading her to where she needed to go.