A head on a plate, surrounded in candles, and a diary on a chair...I stood, transfixed on the head while the Speaker read through the entire diary. It looked like one that could've been owned by a child. "This Diary Belongs to: Mathieu Bellamont." the back of the cover said, and the name was written in the same sloppy chickenscratch. "The handwriting matches the Dead Drops." he mumbled while he read. It took about five minutes for him to finish the entire book. When I heard it close, I turned from the head to look at him and hear about the diary's contents. "This is the traitor's diary. He's been in the Dark Brotherhood for years, and I...took his mother's life when he was a child, and now he wants to kill the Night Mother as revenge." he said in his deep voice.
I pushed my hair back from my face as I thought that all the missing pieces were beginning to come together. "This is proof that you're not the traitor." I said with my nose still pinched, smiling at him "All we have to do now is find the rest of the Black Hand." Lucien looked up at me before standing from the chair "First, let us leave this awful place. The stench is unbearable." he lead the way out of the cellar, book in hand. I took the head from the plate as part of the proof we would show the Black Hand.
I shut the door behind us and unpinched my nose after we left the cellar. The cool, sea air of the night felt wonderful on my face after being down there. Lucien sat against the Lighthouse, while I walked off near the water. He seemed to be deep in thought about what to do next, though I was completely losing my worries as I breathed in the fresh air.
"Silencer." I heard behind me. Lucien's voice had changed from it's angry, deep tone to a more soft one. "I'm at a loss for what we should do next. All places the Black Hand could be searching for me are much too far away for us to travel easily. " He leaned back against the stone of the Lighthouse and closed his eyes. "I recall telling Ocheeva, Sithis guide her, that I have a home here in Anvil. The Black Hand may know about it already, and if they don't they'll likely soon find out. It'll give us somewhere to stay and wait." Lucien stood up and ordered "Let's be off, than." The Speaker was a composed man, but after the week we'd spent together, it wasn't hard to tell that we was still angry about being thought of as a traitor, and perhaps even a bit frightened of being murdered at the hands of the people he trusted.
