Falin glanced at Sauriil, 'I've never been to an Imperial city that smelled so strongly of blood.'

(Aksel can't hear this, I believe.)

'Yes, the Cult has spread very far in this city. Could it be a cult of Namira, the Daedric Prince of Canibals?'

(right)

'Namira could be a possibility . . . but all of my dealings with her followers are always very secretive.'

Aksel noticed them somehow communicating. "Are you...talking?" He looked back at the cultist. He was gritting his teeth and shaking in rage. 

Falin blinked, "Sorry, just a little lost in thought." She gave Aksel a small smile. "I'm thinking a nice piece of venison sounds pretty good right now. What about you?"

I look at the cultists. Soon the scampered out in fear, whispering, 'He's the vessel of Akatosh! We have to leave!'

I chuckle.

Falin snorted and shook her head. "Maybe they're a tad smarter than I thought."

*Suddenly, a golden-scaled Argonian walks in wearing Dark Brotherhood Leggings, a Steel Chestpiece, a Hide Helmet, Elve Bracers, a Dwarven Greatsword on his back, and 2 daggers on his back.*

"Agreed, Falin," he said.

Falin glanced back at him. "Sorry, do I know you?"

Golden scales . . . 

'Goldi'ir! Is that you?'

"Another friend?"

"Got me," said Gold.

"Well, it's been awhile Gold."

"Yeah, and a lot's happened since Zork sacrificed himself," said Gold, indicating his db pants, "For example, the Brotherhood blamed me for Zork, because I was behind him when he sacrificed himself. Apparently, there was a contract on him that they thought I stole. Hence my new knives, for my new 'job,' is what I guess you can call it."

'Who is it? Who do you need to kill?'