"Just tell us what you saw." the monk requested. "Well, I was taking a walk along the bitter coast when suddenly, a dragon attacked me. I had no idea what to do and I was paralysed from fear. Suddenly a man in grey robes ran faster than running water and started shouting strange words at the dragon that harmed it like spells. First he made a thundering boom like thunder, and then breathed frost on the creature." Nisfar explained. "Was he flying south after the battle?" asked the monk. "Yes, and then the other Blades came to my location after the dragon left." Nisfar answered. "That's the same dragon we saw for the past few months. You know, before we started protecting the emperors of the Empire as the Blades we used to be warriors known as the Dragonguard from Akavir; a faraway continent east of Tamriel. They chased the dragons to Tamriel where they met Reman Cyrodiil, founder of the second Empire and the legendary warrior they searched for; the Dragonborn. Dragonborn are mortals with the soul of an immortal dragon and are natural-born dragon slayers that can consume a dragon's soul." Caius explained.

"We believe that the dragon is Ahbiilok: a dragon that was hunted by the Dragonguard in the First Era. He fled to Morrowind and was never seen again until now. He had flown back and forth from the mainland to Vvardenfell. We don't know why he's flying in this unusual pattern." the monk explained. "Maybe he's hunting between places or fleeing from potential witnesses." Nisfar theorized. "Perhaps, but the time taken between flights is approximately five hours starting from four o'clock in the morning to nine o' clock, but he fled early, possibly from his attack on you." the monk explained. "The man in grey robes, did he say something about the Greybeards?" asked Caius. "Yes, but who are the Greybeards?" asked Nisfar.

"They are priests that live on the top of the Throat of the World; the tallest mountain in Tamriel, maybe even all of Nirn. The Greybeards train for years to use the Thu'um: powerful spells spoken in the language of the dragons." Caius explained. "What do we do about the dragon? It could wipe out an entire town or even a city with power like that!" Nisfar said worriedly. "We need to know what it's doing first, Ahbiilok is the only confirmed surviving dragon so we need to handle him first." the monk said. "We should take a closer look at the dragon, and trap it!" Nisfar suggested. "Good idea. Gather the Blades near Seyda Neen at three in the morning tomorrow under the cover of dark and prepare the trap. Bring some enchanted fire-resistant rope that we have in the armoury for the trap." Caius said.

Nisfar goes to the armoury of the temple and searches through the chests and finds some red glowing rope. He puts the rope into his knapsack and waves at Caius and the monk before leaving.

He arrives back at Bruma where he goes to an inn named "Olav's Tap and Tack" near the east gate. He finds Sorar drinking some mead at a small table. "This stuff feels nothing like the mead back in Skyrim. At least it has the same minty taste." Sorar mumbled as he drank a bottle of mead next to a pile of empty mead bottles. "Excuse me, Sorar. We're going back to Morrowind, we need to catch that… alit." Nisfar whispered. "We just got here; actually I don't mind anymore. The mead here feels weird, it's like my brain got lighter and my magika feels like it flew back to the Aetherius." Sorar said drunkenly. They went back to Vvardenfell and gathered the Blades to Nisfar's house in Balmora.

"Alright, I talked to Caius back in Cyrodiil and he accepted my plan to trap the dragon." Nisfar announced. "How? It's a dragon! It has the power to breathe fire, that's no problem for Dunmer but anyone else will get hurt!" Sjorvar as he paced around in the room panicked. "Calm down, son. You should have seen your old man in action! I didn't even lift a finger and all I had to do was shout some words and he just gave up! I'm sure we can keep it down." Sorar reassured as he grabbed Sjorvar. "He's right, he can hold down the dragon and we can tie it up with enchanted rope given to me by the Blades on the mainland." Nisfar said confidently.

"Okay, but what if we fail?" Elone asked. "We'll think of another plan then." Nisfar answered. Later the next morning at 3:45am the Blades are hiding behind individual trees in the Bitter Coast as Sorar is standing in plain sight on a hidden net trap with levitation spells aimed at the four corners. "I've been standing here forever! Can I just sit on a stool while waiting?" Sorar whined. "We need you to stay right there, Sjorvar told us about you getting easily distracted at night." Elone said.

"Can I at least have a stool?" Sorar complained. "Fine! Sjorvar, can you get your father a stool from Grand Spymaster Adlathil's house?" Elone asked. "Yes ma'am!" Sjorvar agreed as he runs back to Balmora. 15 minutes later, but Ahbiilok is still nowhere to be found and Sjorvar hasn't returned. Suddenly Ahbiilok surprised the group while Sorar is walking around, drowsily. Ahbiilok destroys the trap with his dragon breath before breathing on Sorar as everyone stares, and then flies eastward.

"Great! The dragon destroyed the trap, Sorar is out of commission and Sjorvar still isn't here!" Elone complained. "Hey father I've got the… I missed the dragon didn't I?" asked Sjorvar in disappointment as he looked at his angry father in burning clothes. The Blades carry what's left of the rope and Sorar back to Nisfar's house where the Altmer tends to Sorar. "The trap's a bust, so what now?" Elone asked. "We'll follow the dragon." Nisfar replied.

To be continued…