In the early hours of the morning, they had reached Cyrodiil. Around midday, the Imperial City came into view, the passengers made their way onto the deck. As The Heron made it's way along the Upper Niben, the crew began to move the cargo to the deck, making it easier for the dockworkers to access. The captain ordered that the pirates that they captured were put in chains & brought on deck, so that they could be handed over to the Watch.

As they came closer to the city, the passengers couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Cyrodiil. Unlike Skyrim that was cold & full of forests, tundra & alpine, Cyrodill had pleasent weather & had plains that surrounded the Imperial City, with a few small forests & islands scattered around the lake. These were uninhabited, but the occasional mudcrab or Nirnroot could be seen.

'Well, it's nice to be back in Cyrodiil,' Sonia said. 'I forgot how beautiful it could be. When you're not being chased by animals,'

'Or being attacked by bandits,' Doria added.

'Aren't they the same thing?' Ronan added with a laugh.

As the vessel pulled into the Waterfront, the dockworkers began to unload the cargo, while the passengers began to climb off the vessel. As the group stepped off, they took a moment to look around the docks. There were a few other ships that were docked, with one serving as an inn, not a ship.

'So,' Ronan said, turning to Zenia. 'Where's your house? Not to mention your father,'

'Follow me,' Zenia said. 'It's close by,'

Zenia lead them behind the main Waterfront building, revealing the homes of what was believed to be the poor. However, Zenia explained:

'Many think these are the homes of the poor, but that's not the case,' Zenia explained.

'Then who do they belong to?' Cormer asked.

'People who aren't poor but know the right people,' Zenia said.

'Like the Grey Fox,' Sonia mumbled.

She lead them to one of the houses towards the edge of the area. The house had a fully equipped forge, with someone working metal there. As they approached, the blacksmith stopped his work & looked up. He looked at Zenia & a smile spread across his face. He was about Zenia's height & certainly looked like her. He was clean shaven & he looked young but was starting to show signs of aging, particularily in his oak-coloured hair.

Zenia ran up to him & gave him a hug, almost knocking him over in the process. As he hugged back, the rest of the group approached them.

'So, this must be your father,' Cormer said.

'Better known as the retired Commander of the watch,' Sonia said.

'So true,' He said. 'You must be the Dragonborn,'

'Yes,'

'Well, we can't stay outside for the rest of the day,' Treotas said. 'Come in,'

Once Zenia & her father had caught up, they spent the remainder of the day talking outside in the pleasant weather, spending some time out of their armour. Cormer, Zenia, Ronan & Doria were talking, Sonia was teaching Treotus a few smithing techniques she had picked up, and Baurest & Maurmon were practicing sword & axe drills while talking.

'So,' Baurest said. 'What do you think Quaceius needs Sonia for?'

'Who knows,' Maurmon responded, blocking his brother with his wooden sword. 'I just hope they let three werewolves into the palace,'

'Trust me, they won't know,' Baurest said, swiping at Maurmon with his wooden axe. 'It's not like we can't control ourselves. They don't make you part of the Circle if you can't control yourself. Not to mention you have to survive the ritual,'

'That's true,'

As they continued the fight, Baurest spoke up again.

'Can I ask you something?'

'You just did,'

'Haha. You're so funny. Anyway, I was just wondering how things are between you & Zenia,'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, it would seem,' Baurest began, blocking Maurmon. 'That you two are...'close','

'What kind of 'close','

'I mean, as in you're more than...friends,'

Maurmon took the chance to disarm Baurest. He did so, sending the wooden axe to the side.

'If you mean in that way, then no,' Maurmon said, pointing the sword at him. 'You're dead,'

Baurest said nothing & picked up his axe. They then continued the mock fight.

'Besides,' Maurmon said. 'It's not like she would be interested in me. I'm a werewolf,'

'That hasn't stopped you in the past,'

'We were in Hammerfell. Conversation over,' Maurmon put his sword down & walked off.

'Sure it is,' Baurest muttered.