The next morning, Sicarius woke up with a weird feeling that something was not right. It was like a heavy curtain on top of the otherwise beautiful morning, and as soon as he had dressed in his merchanting clothes, a green silk doublet and linen pants, he woke up Cyra. They would go out and sell spices again, and hopefully the business would go well.
"Wakey wakey, Cyra!" He tried to sound normal, but Cyra saw right through his little act.
"Good morning." Sicarius turned around while Cyra dressed. "Tell me whats going on, Sicarius. You can´t trick me, you know."
Sicarius walked over to the window and stared out into the slowly awakening city.
"I woke up with a nasty feeling that something is wrong." He told his redguard companion.
"What is wrong?" Cyra asked as she buckled on her sword belt.
"I don´t know yet. But something is wrong."
"Let´s get some breakfast. Then we´ll get Tiber and go out and make some money. I´m sure nothing is wrong. you´re probably just exhausted from yesterday."
"I hope you are right, Cyra." Sicarius followed Cyra down the stairs to the lobby of the Inn.
The breakfast was bread, vegetables, eggs and some sausages. Sicarius Tenebra and Cyra The Redguard washed the food down with a lovely sweet spice ale tasting summer. Not counting with the odd feeling that something was wrong, the day had been wonderful so far. Sicarius and Cyra paid for the food and the room, and then they left the inn, walking to the stables were Tiber and the spice cart was located. When they came around the corner and approached the stables, Sicarius could feel his breakfast coming up halfway through his throat. Tiber Septim was lying dead on the ground, eyes white, not moving. A bloody wound stretched from his throat and down to his chest. It was an awful scene. Sicarius fell to his knees, holding his hand over his mouth. Cyra drew her steel longsword and ran over to investigate. She looked in the stablehouse, behind it, and everywhere else in the small yard. But they were alone. The killer had striked in a flash and dissapeared as quickly.
"Are you feeling alright? God damn, look what they did to Tiber!" Cyra kneeled beside Sicarius, patting his back carefully.
"You were right.." Sicarius managed to say.
"About what..?..Oh..."
"The hooded men. It must´ve been them."
"I´ll check if the cart is alright. Stay here, and take a minute to calm down, Sicarius!"
Cyra dissapeared into a room in the stables, and after a short while, she came back, with a sad look in her eyes.
"They destroyed it."
Sicarius heart sank in his chest, and he felt so denied. They had killed his donkey and destroyed his spices. What would they do next. Suddenly, a slight panic and paranoia struck him.
"Why did they do this, Cyra?" He said. He stood up.
"I don´t know, Sicarius. But it´s not the last we´ve seen of them. And I found this."
Cyra held out a small note. Sicarius read it.
"Dear Sicarius Tenebra. We know your true identity. We know your past. The question is, do you want to know?
Talos plaza distric, sewer entrance, tonight at ten."
"What in the name of Azura is this? Why did they have to kill my donkey and destroy my wares to tell me...This?"
"I don´t know. What do you think we should do?"
"It certainly seems they could do with some punishment, Cyra. We will go to the place they decided, and we will kill them." Sicarius was furious. All the sorrow had been exchanged for fury and hate against the awful persons who had done this.
"But what if it is a trap?" Cyra said.
"You can handle a sword pretty well. And I am as cunning with words as an assassin is with a dagger. I need answers. We shall go to the sewer entrance in Talos plaza, and we shall make them pay for their crimes.
"It will be dangerous. But as long as you pay me, I am your sword, Sicarius, so I´ll follow you there. What do we do now?"
"We´ll need to prepare if the worst happens and it is a trap, as you suggested. We´ll take a trip to get some daggers and lockpicks. We´ll give Tiber to the innkeep in exchange that he shuts up about all this. And he can salvage whatever spices from the carts he wants. Let´s go."
At ten o´clock, Cyra and Sicarius were standing by the small sewer entrance in the Talos Plaza district, keeping their eyes wide open and scanning the area for any sign of life. Of course, guards patrolled the district, but they did not seem to notice the two persons, since they were garbed in heavy black cloaks. Five minutes passed. Then ten minutes.
"What are we supposed to do?" Sicarius asked Cyra.
"I have no idea."
Sicarius was quiet for a while, then he suddenly said;
"I think we are supposed to go down there, Cyra."
"I was thinking the same thing."
They removed the large iron plate covering the sewer entrance, and soon Sicarius found a narrow ladder on the cold walls of the hole.
"Okay, I´m going down."
"I´ll be right behind." Cyra answered.
Sicarius climbed down, one step at a time, and above him Cyra was doing the same. After what felt like an eternity of climbing the ladder, they reached the bottom, and a small rectangular room. Sicarius took a few steps and scanned the room. It was cobbled, and he could hear dripping sounds from water veiling the damp walls.
"Oh for Azuras sake...this smell really destroys me...yuck!" Sicarius avoided breathing through the nose, and as soon as Cyra had reached the bottom, they began walking through the room. It eventually ended, and a tunnel could be seen.
"Are we going in there, Cyra?"
"Why are you asking me, you were the one deciding to go down into this damp and foul-smelling pit of hell in the first place.."
"Okay.." Sicarius managed to say. He grabbed a torch which was oddly but apparently lit, fastened on the wall. "Then, we´re going in."
They walked through the entire tunnel, and at one point a large rat attacked them. Quick as a snake, Cyra had struck down the foul creature, and their journey under the Imperial city had continued. At the end of the tunnel, more light could be seen, and Sicarius immediately knew that this had been a big mistake. They left the tunnel and came out into a larger room, decorated with red banners with rising suns embrodiered on them.
"Good evening." A voice said. "And welcome to my lovely lair."
A shady figure appeared, Garbed in a blood-red robe, hood pulled down over her face. Sicarius could hear that it was a woman speaking.
"Who are you?" Sicarius managed to say.
"I," The woman said, as she pulled the hood off. "Am Milielle."
It was a Breton woman, around the age of thirty, with pale skin and blonde hair in a knot on the back of her head. She had a strange red glow in her eyes, which unnerved Sicarius.
"Why have you summoned me here? Why did you kill my donkey and destroy my wares?"
"Why did you not get the guards here to help you?" Milielle answered with a question. She smiled, and with her expression she revealed a small pointy tooth.
"Because..." Sicarius paused. "I wanted answers. The guards would probably throw sewer-dwellers like you in jail. And You said you knew about my past. ."
"I do, Sicarius Tenebra.." Milielle walked over to a table at the end and picked up a long dagger. "Or should I say Sicarius Septim?"