Ivan returned to the Sanctuary of the Dark Brotherhood later that night and approached Festus Krex with the news of his completed contract. His new assassin leather was covered in the blood of Thonar Silver-Blood, such was the effect from draining the Nord's blood from his body.

"Ah you're back, good," the elderly assassin called as he walked over to Ivan with his arms crossed. "Word travels faster than you realize Ivan. So the Patriarch of the Silver-Blood family is dead at last, at the hands of the Dark Brotherhood...most excellent."

The initiate assassin merely grinned with pleasure as he withdrew something from his pack. In his hand, he held the bloodied and decapitated head of Thonar Silver-Blood. He tossed it to Festus and said, "Take it as a trophy, or something to feed our pets. I have no use for it."

Krex nodded in and threw the head into a room next to him filled with hungry wolves. At first sight, they all dived in and had their fair share of the head, tearing and choking down the flesh and gnawing on the bone. He returned his gaze to Ivan and pulled out an envelope from his pocket. "I believe this is for you, Drakul. Garren wished for it to be for your eyes only."

As Ivan took the envelope from Krex's hands, he scanned the envelope and opened it and scanned its contents which read,

Ivan,

You have more than proven your loyalty and value as a Dark Brotherhood assassin. Your swift rise in success has shown me that you are an agent of stealth and devilry. But, some of your contracts were unfortunately affiliated with an order of those who would hunt our kind: Vampire hunters. They are stationed in south-western Cyrodiil. I'm sure you'll be enjoying this particular task Ivan, because I am sending you to your hometown of Kvatch.

The organization is lead by a man who I have not yet identified but I do know he is not only a direct threat to our existence, but to our purpose to spread our ways; Molag Bal's gift to us. They have also established a coalition with the city guard, so it would be wise to not be noticed after you execute this contract.

I have researched through many libraries for answers. One by one I checked for signs; years spent looking through old tomes and forgotten sources of knowledge — and I only found little about them. What I did learn, however, was enough to track them down.

The order goes by the name of "Nosferatu Venatores", meaning Vampire Hunters in a long forgotten tongue. Let me make myself clear Ivan: kill, or be killed. Let none survive this onslaught, and give into the darkness of rage!

When the weak plead for mercy before your very knees, and you if so as doubt your efforts, ask yourself this: Do you think they would hesitate to kill you, a monster like you?

It would be wise to remember who brought you up to where you are in the Dark Brotherhood, Drakul, because should you gain the slightest bit of uncertainty about your allegiance to me, your soul shall be mine and you will never know mercy.

Shadow hide you, Child of the Night.

~Garren

He raised his eyes and stared at Festus Krex. A sly, malicious grin formed on his face which made the elder furrow his brow.

"What are you smiling at, Assassin?" he asked with revealed irritation.

Ivan's face leveled into a faceless expression. Moments of pure, utter silence passed until he broke the stillness. "Well, it looks like Garren is letting me go on a vacation. Cyrodiil is quite lovely right now, perfect time for a visit."

Krex's face lightened up with a slight surprise. "Hmm, very well. Off you go then, it would be a grave mistake to stall him."

"Yes yes Festus. You are right," Ivan mused to the elder before him. "Good bye."