PROLOGUE
"You have four days…" He said...
"Then I'm coming for you..."
And with that he disappeared into the shadows.
I had no idea how I was going to pay 20,000 Septims in such a short amount of time. I suppose I could ask Lord Nakiri. No. He would just condemn me for consorting with the likes of Dies. It's amazing how two Argonians, No, two men could lead such different lives. Dies: a merciless thief and mercenary; and Anussus Nakiri: a Loyal Imperial, both of them have humble pasts, of course. Anussus was raised by the docks of Windhelm by a Dunmer medicine woman. But after a couple of drunken Stormcloaks learned of the young Argonian's sudden affinity for magic, she was bludgeoned to death and all Anussus could do was watch in horror. When he realized he was next, he dove into the sea and swam for what seemed like days until happening upon an imperial cargo ship. He hid in a barrel of apples until he was discovered by a soldier who took him in, the rest is history.
Dies's past is a bit more mysterious. What is known is that he hails from north of The Rift and has possible connections to the Dark Brotherhood, though these are probably just rumors and speculation. At first there were only whispers of a rogue Argonian attacking wealthy caravans on their way west to Whiterun. But then, when word spreads of an entire Thalmor embassy found dead and stripped of every last Septim, the imperials start to take notice.
This brings me to my current predicament…