'Hopefully not.' I sigh, 'He was a good friend. At least he died fighting. Malacath shall be pleased.'

Everyone fell silent. Finally, Falin spoke up. "We . . . should keep moving."

"Wait!" I shout out, "He might not be, I'll cast a Detect Life."

*Does that, and out of the bright circle of light, I see a small dot, getting smaller.*

"That must be him! Follow me!"

"Gold, I'm not sure blindly rushing into a horde of daedra is that good of an idea..."

"Me neither, but we can atleast take a peek, right?"

'You go on ahead. There is something I must do.' I disappear into a swirling mist. I reappear in Frostcrag Spire. I quickly walk toward a wall and place my hand on it.

The wall opens. I cast a Magelight and walk down the dark stairs. There lay on a pedestal a scroll, for a prayer to summon Akatosh.

It read:

Falin was silent for a moment before rubbing her eyes. "Fine, I'll sneak in there and scope things out. Gold, if I could have my bow back?"

"Yep," I respond, giving Falin her bow back, "Here you go. What's your eye-dea, deadeye? (You see what I did there?)"

(That is so amazing it should be in Batman and Robin.)

Suddenly, I fall unconcious, revealing a dagger thrown onto my back.

"First lets ask nicely, where is this, Elf and his fools?" the torturer asked.

"I ain't telling you anything, milkdrinker." Makor replied.

"Then I'm sorry it came to this." He said in utmost sarcasm. He took out a daedric dagger and cut Makor several times in te stomach.

Does anyone care about the fact that i just got stabbed in the back?

I teleport back, only to see Zork on the floor. 'What in Oblivion is your problem? Zork is down!' I remove the dagger. 'Falin, find whoever did this!' I cast Heal Other and examine the knife.

'Zork, do you recognise this dagger?'