Emma ran through then night like a cat, stopping only to reassess the surroundings. It wasn't long before she was out of the City and onto the road.
"Hey" called a Guard. Emma's heart sank "It isn't safe on the roads this time of night. Why not hire a room at the inn by the Sawmill?" Emma was relieved. 'They have yet to realise who I am' she thought. Emma carried on, with no intention of going to any inn. She was used to late walks and near death experiences. She consulted the map. The text by the marked area read 'Mehrunes cave'. She pondered upon the name. Surely She had heard this before. Then, as if the though was placed into her mind-'Deadric prince'. But since when do deadra work with dragons? Emma decided she might as well find out. It would take two days to get there however. Emma pondered the idea of looking for other places on the way. Seemed smart enough. She passed a man in a dark cloak. The cloak was perfect in its design, but there were so many zips. He carried strange gauntlets that, Judging by the fresh blood, had just seen death. Emma winced, for this should have made her cry out to feed. Was this man a member of the dark brotherhood? She had longed to join since she was small. Emma decided to approach him
"Hey, don't you know roads are dangerous at night?" She smiled at her question.
"The darkness runs deep within you. If you want my advice, stay away from fools who will try to use you." The figure replied "I take this from experience-for now my world is merely a mix of broken dreams."
"You could at least give me your name, right?" Emma pleaded
"My name means less than nothing. But if you insist, call me Jexak."
Jexak carried on walking, not breaking his stride. He told Emma that he was searching for redemption, and would like to do so alone-for he did not deserve the company of others. However, before the two could part ways, a powerful Elder dragon flew across the road. After a few seconds, it had circled around and was headed straight for them.