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TWISTING THE BLADE
Three barbed arrows were deep in the Nord's chest. Revyn removed the man's Talos necklace. "If I live, I'll see your son gets this." The man nodded and whispered, "Knife. Family, great-grandfather." Revyn nodded and the man died.
"Small comfort to the lad," said a surprising voice from the darkness, "or to his sister in Kynesgrove who now has another mouth to feed."
"Ambarys! What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing, Revyn?"
"I..." Revyn shut up, catching suspicious sounds and then the stench that wafted over the fungus and moss miasma. He turned around, searching the mushroom-lit gloom. He heard Ambarys hiss behind him then the sound of the mer landing in the shallow water pooling along this corridor.
"Behind me," ordered Ambarys. Revyn's eyes widened. Now that his friend was out of the shadows he saw that Ambarys was in his Imperial heavy armor and wielding an Imperial shield and a daedric shortsword.
Ambarys shrugged off his pack. "Your glass dagger is inside. Your carrysack too. Savela packed everything she thought you might need."
Revyn silently called on every blessing he could think of on his apprentice. His netch armor his wife infused with powerful enchantments and constantly upgraded. His Ancestors necklace, gods, how he missed that. He strapped on the glass dagger and shrugged on the carrysack after stuffing it with half the potions. After a moment of thought he also took all the food from Ambarys's pack to further lighten it. He helped Ambarys shrug back into the pack. From a small bag of enchanted rings and amulets, he insisted Ambarys take a health amulet against disease and poisons and a thief ring of hauling and stealth. He also insisted Ambarys use the goggles from his netch armor as added measure against the poison spitting chaurus.
Before he forgot, he quickly removed the knife and its sheath from the Nord's body, wrapped the Talos necklace around it, and stuffed into his sack.
Distinct hissing and clicking sounds got louder. A flicker of movement in the gloom.
"Send in your dogs, Revyn, and keep watch behind in case the bastards are hiding in the walls."
Revyn charged up two fire wolves and they bolted forward onto a giant chaurus coming at them and blowing it to burning fragments. The staff-wielding Falmer behind it recoiled from the fiery projectiles. Ambarys surged forward, leaping over the burning insect and atop the mage, sword first, spitting the mage then smashing it off and against a wall with his shield. He back-kicked the staff to Revyn who caught it up in time to use it's ice blast against the armored warrior dropped down from a hole high near the ceiling. A second, less armored figure dropped almost on top of him. He scored it with the steel needles in his gloves and it fell aside, twitching from the paralytic touch. He swiftly sank his dagger through the atrophied patch of flesh that should have been an eye. Then again to the thawing armored warrior.
He spun back around. Ambarys was engaged against two armoreds. Two more unarmoreds were coming, one with the tell-tale glow of a mage shield. Revyn sent in two more wolves. The explosions didn't slow Ambarys. The fullers of the daedric blade glowed brightly through the thick rivulets of gore running through them.
Revyn darted forward when he could, slapping and paralyzing anything that moved then stabbing.
They found a room to retreat into. Revyn kept watch while Ambarys rested.
"What are you doing here? Did Savela tell you I was in trouble?"
"Of course she did, you s'wit. She heard you and this Breton woman arguing. When you weren't to be found when she returned the next day to work, she came to me. I'm only aware of one 'Delphine' and she is not good company, Revyn."
"I know that. But how do you know her? How did you find me?" He didn't like the long silence that followed. The shuttered expression on his friend's face was not one he'd seen before.
Delphine appeared around a bend in the hall, following the trail of bodies.
"There you are. Don't you have any sense to stay in place where you can be found?" she demanded, haughtily.
"Certainly. Until the Falmer find us first. Durant is dead if you hadn't noticed," Revyn retorted. Delphine only frowned as if irritated. He stood aside to let her into the room. She froze and glared down at Ambarys.
"Who is this?" she demanded of Revyn.
Before Revyn could answer Ambarys drawled, "I'm a bartender, Riverwood innkeeper."
She leveled her blade at his face. "Oh, really? Unusual outfit for a bartender."
"Oh? And Blades armor is common to innkeepers?" Ambarys slowly got to his feet. Not from any care or caution about the sword pointed at him, but more from aches in long unused muscles. "I was recruited by Cosades."
"I don't know him."
"Before your time. Day before yesterday. Over 200 years ago in Balmora when I was a young, idealistic idiot stationed at Fort Moonmoth who believed in the Empire. I was a Finder."
"You're a Blade."
"Was. Morrowind Chapter. And don't be thinking to pull rank on me and order me about. I'll have nothing to do with you or your cause."
"You'd turn your back so quickly your duty?" she challenged.
"Duty ended even before the last Septim was spent," Ambarys said on a hard note of finality. He went around her and nudged Revyn aside to get into the hall. "Now, what are we looking for and where do we find it?" He looked at Delphine, expressionless. "I take it back. I'll take your lead this once. But I'm only here to protect my friend. Got it?"
"As a Blade..." she began.
Ambarys interrupted. "Call yourself grandmaster all you want as the last member of your chapter. But it would take the Dragonborn herself to call any of the remaining Morrowind Blades back to service — if she cares to find us. A bunch of old, old Dunmer is all that's left. And if she does, we would only take her orders. We don't give a damn about any Akaviri scum legacy. They're not our Ancestors."
"I am the only one who can guide her to her true purpose."
Ambarys' opinion was a level of obscenity Revyn physically flinched on hearing. Delphine lunged sword first. Ambarys shield-blocked and followed with a back spin-kick, slamming her against a wall. Delphine collapsed, coughing mightily.
"Company," said Revyn. He sent ice blasts down the corridor while Ambarys hauled Delphine into the hallway. He dropped her at Revyn's feet then drew his sword and stationed himself further up to give Revyn time to treat Delphine.
Revyn put a mead flask to her mouth. "Drink," he ordered. He helped steady the flask as she drank then let her and it go as he stood to start casting his fire wolves. The Falmer were driving their chaurus pets first to weaken their defense.
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"Welcome to Sadri's Used Wares. Take a look around; I'm sure I have something you need."
The stone-faced Breton woman acknowledged his greeting with a curt nod. Revyn turned his attention back to a young man trying to decide which necklace to buy for his mother's birthday. When that was settled he went to the Breton woman who had stationed herself before a rack of weapons. Over the rack was a black dai-katana, clearly marked not-for-sale, and underneath that displayed two mounted parchments. The larger of the two was the final writ of the sword's owner, Bolar. The other was a note on where the blade was found and the date.
"Is there something here that interests you, madam?" Revyn inquired.
"There's a special item I want, but we need to talk in private."
Revyn arched an eyebrow. "I don't deal in contraband."
"Not contraband, but I've heard you and your wife have a knack for obtaining lost treasures."
"Ah. Are we talking Nord barrows, ancient Dwemer ruins, bandit strongholds — that type of 'lost' treasures?"
"Yes."
"Perhaps. But we've quite a full plate as it is. What are you looking for?"
"Not here. In private as I said," the Breton said, stepping close.
Revyn stepped back. "What. And give you privacy to kill me for knowing too much if you tell me what you are seeking and I still refuse? I am not buying. Good day, madam. The door is behind you."
The woman scowled at him, "Gold. Is it gold you want to talk about? Fine, we can discuss that here if you want."
"I don't buy items unseen anymore."
"I'm not talking about you buying. I'm talking about payment."
"Still buying trouble. And I don't bargain for my wife's employment. You'll have to discuss that with her yourself."
"I don't want your wife. I want you."
Revyn couldn't help himself. He laughed. "I'm a shopkeeper, not a spellsword. I don't do treasure hunts. Now, please leave." He turned away but she caught his arm.
"I'm on an important mission for the Dragonborn and I need your help," she said, spitting the words out between clenched teeth.
It took a couple of heartbeats for Revyn to get over his shock. "Really?" he said lightly. "You really should be talking to my wife then. She's been employed by the Dragonborn a time or two."
"I don't need a spellsword. I need a ghost talker and word around the Gray Quarters is that you're one."
"That nonsense again!" Revyn burst out, discretion be damned. Savela and other customers looked at them. "Find a priest or a necromancer if you are having trouble with hauntings. It's no business of mine." He tried to tug his arm from her grip but she held on.
"Release me, madam, and leave."
"Not until you hear me out."
"Madam, I grow as deaf as you."
She let him go. "Fine. But the Dragonborn will not be happy if she has to take time from her important tasks to fetch—"
"The Dragonborn knows how to contact my wife if there's a job that needs doing."
"You are the one specified for this task," the woman insisted. Revyn paused, eyeing her intently.
"Who specified me? And I want your name before I will listen to anything further."
"It's not important."
Revyn merely lifted his chin, mirroring her arrogance.
"Camilla."
"Of Riverwood?" He had surprised her, he could tell by the way her eyes flickered. "Pardon, but you do not match the description of Miss Valerius. Now tell me who named me or you can give me your real name."
Her stoic mask was back in place but hostility seeped through every movement. "Delphine."
"The Sleeping Giant Inn. Yes. My wife often warns me to avoid Orgnar's cooking should I ever need to visit Riverwood. Very well, Miss Delphine, if you'll come this way, we can talk." He signaled to Savela to take over the store as he and the Breton went into the kitchen.
"Alright, Miss Delphine, tell me what you are searching for, why is it important, and how this relates to the Dragonborn."
"You don't need to know all that. All I can tell you is that it is important and you will be paid well for your trouble."
Revyn made a sound of disgust and pivoted sharply about to leave the room.
"Tamriel was once covered with numerous wayshrines. These wayshrines allowed travelers to cross vast distances like the teleportation stations in Morrowind, the Mages Guild, and various temples, except that the wayshrines needed no attending mage or mages to facilitate transport."
Revyn sat on a chair at the dining table and poured himself a glass of juice. He did not offer the woman a seat or refreshment.
"The wayshrines functioned up through the Second Era, but the system ceased to function or was destroyed at some point early in the Third Era. There are rumors of intact wayshrines, but nonfunctional. However, ancient texts were found that hinted a special focus crystal could be used to manually reactivate a shrine to create two-way travel between the re-activated shrine and the destination shrine."
Revyn stared into his cup, tapping the sides and watching the ripples in the orange comberry juice. "Sounds interesting, but chancy. But how would one go about finding intact shrines? And having found one, how to find one to connect to?"
"Beyond my expertise and none of which concerns you once we find the stone." Delphine invited herself to a chair.
"I see. And where is this stone to be found? If I agree to this, I have no intention of traipsing about all of Skyrim searching. I may consent to one location. If your information is false and there is nothing there, then that's it.
"Also, I have no idea what ideas you have about this rumor that I talk to ghosts. Hostile ancestor ghosts, hauntings — this is something the wise women handle. Or a priest. Or, at worst, a necromancer. I am none of those."
"So you keep saying. The stone is in a Dwemer ruin infested with Falmer. I've been there so I can know the shortest way to get you in. The stone is behind a Dunmer ghost fence and Dunmer guardians. I had a mage with me. They repelled every spell he threw and then they killed him. Harald Greentree. He was a Winterhold scholar you spent some time with talking Dunmer theology when he was writing his treatise on the spiritual aspects of necromancy. He was the one who mentioned you as a practitioner of the Old Ways of Dunmer religion."
Revyn rolled his eyes. Really, these Nords. A small little home shrine anyone could set up and suddenly they think he's the Arch-canon of Vvardenfell. "Do you know the House, clan, and family of these ghosts? And before you ask, yes, it does matter. Ancestral guardians. Understand? An-ces-tral. The connection is blood."
"Hlaalu or Dres. Those are the nearest territories. That shrine was a gate to Skuldafn, the neutral meeting place of the leaders, and that area was a hidden weapons depot for the Dunmer armies of Amalexia and the Nord armies of Jorunn Skald-King. The guardians were put in place in case the mortal guards fell."
"Almalexia relied heavily on the Redorans in her army. Equally likely they could be guarding," Revyn added, then, "Willing sacrifices or a binding of unwilling, miscreant spirits? And, yes, it matters."
"Unknown."
"The more I hear, the less I like my chances. Right now, it's still suicide." He stood up. "Give my apologies to the Dragonborn. I can't help you."
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Delphine tried one more time to recruit Ambarys to her cause, this time citing the proud legacy of the Akaviri dragonslayers who bowed to the Reman dragonborn. Ambarys listened, impassive until she'd finished, then spat, "Ebonheart Pact!" at her and turned his back and walked away. Revyn only shrugged at her gaze and walked after his friend.
They'd found a room with at working inner lock and had decided it was safe enough to sleep in. Delphine went the far end of the room and settled down. Revyn and Ambarys took a corner warmed by large pipes that let out occasional hisses of steam, and which also helped cover their voices.
"Why'd you go with Delphine?"
"She and Durant jumped me when I was on my way back from the White Phial. They'd already had me deep in the ruins when they stopped drugging me and let me wake up.
"I don't suppose you know where we are?" he asked, plaintively.
"The entrance is a small cave entrance hidden by brush just below the summit of Forelhost in the Rift. I'd guess that we are east of the entrance." Ambarys removed most of his armor. Revyn helped him clean off bug slime and Falmer blood.
"Savela came to me when she couldn't find you. Delphine was her instant suspicion. Damn shame the Selvaai ladies weren't about or that cheeky brother-in-law of yours. I'd feel a hell of a lot better with them along.
"How I found you comes back to that Nord, Durant. You'd left for the White Phial. Durant had come in, no doubt after seeing you leave and what path you took. Savela waited on him while he picked out a presents for his son and his sister's children. Savela got him talking; doing that small talk you've been teaching her is so important. What she gleaned is that he's originally from Markarth and that he and his son were relocating to the Rift along with his widowed sister and her brood, and that they were all temporarily staying in Kynesgrove.
"All pretty innocent except that he wore the same type of blade Delphine did. The Blades katana is a distinctive weapon.
"Then he asked for the presents to be delivered to Kynesgrove. Obviously, he had something else going on.
"Elani watched the shop while Savela and I went to Kynesgrove. What I got from the sister is that they are survivors of village wiped out by a dragon. Savela flirted with the son and got that his father was about to leave on an important mission in the Rift to a fortress of dragonpriests.
"Once back home I packed my old armor and weapons and rented a horse. I got lucky with a Dawnguard patrol that knew what and where this fortress is. The fortress was locked tight so I had to work my way around until I found the cave entrance. After that, it was follow the bodies."
"There was better armor in my shop. You could've taken any you wanted."
"I'm used to this one. The bonemold was tempting, but I prefer not to learn on the fly how to make the best use of the armor.
"Now, what's the mission?" Revyn explained. At the end Ambarys shook his head and laid back and closed his eyes. "Short-sighted with blinders. She fixates on an old, easily defined, singular foe because taking on the Dominion is beyond her. No doubt with a teleport system she dreams of making some sort of glorious strike right into Summerset." Revyn hummed agreement.
"Why'd you join the Blades?" Revyn asked.
"Seemed more exciting that formation training and drills. And I was young enough then to think all the intrigue exciting. I was fetching stupid back then." He sighed.
"Dragons aren't the worst of what came out of Akavir. She forgets that part of history. It was the Taesci in the first invasion. Lord Vivec and Dreugh kings drove them to Pale Pass and the Reman armies came. They kneeled to the Reman Dragonborn, claiming they had been searching for one such as he to lead them, according to Delphine's romanticized shit.
"In the second invasion, the Akavir invaders were the snow demons, the Kamal. No dragon-voiced Emperor helped us there. It was Lady Amalexia, the Skald-King of Windhelm, and three tribes of Argonians to face the demons. That was the Ebonheart Pact.
"Now the first wave, the Taesci, may hate the dragons, but they weren't any friend of Men or Mer either, those snakes. They loved intrigue. And that, friend, was the biggest failing of the Blades. Sure, in the past it made the Blades strong by ensuring that beheading one chapter did not kill the nest. But Men and Mer are not Taesci, yet the Blades seek to emulate the Taesci.
"Don't trust Delphine's assertions that the Blades serve the Dragonborn. Pah! To the Blades the Dragonborn is nothing more than a weapon to be used. She will never acknowledge that it's a bad habit inherited from the original serpent-scaled Akaviri invaders who considered Men and Mer as the dragons did, no better than meat to feed on.
"And if the meat proves a dangerous animal and invaluable tool, what better way to domesticate it to service than by pretending to swear allegiance and say that all that you do is to keep it safe. The Taesci subverted and killed their exalted Dragonborn Remans and ruled as Potentates until Tiber Septim. Keep that in mind."
"That's horribly cynical,' said Revyn, subdued.
"Call it a result of our breeding, Revyn. We call three charming Daedra our Ancestors, remember? We'd be a disgrace to them if we didn't assume ulterior motives." Revyn couldn't but chuckle along with Ambarys.
"You surprise me, Ambarys. I had no idea you were such a lore- and blade-master."
"I was trained to a sword as soon as I could stand. My father was the armsmaster for a lord's the private militia. I'm actually quite surprised my reflexes are still there even if my endurance isn't. Speaking of which, do you have any extra stamina shots? I'm down to my last two."
"I've six left. I'll keep two and the other four are yours. Also, let's trade blades. The enchantments on my dagger bolsters blade skill, stamina, and health. I think you could use it better than I even if it's shorter than your daedric shortsword." He handed it over to Ambarys who made test passes with the blade.
He frowned and studied the weapon more closely. "This isn't one of your wife's crafting. It's older."
"It's the Dagger of Symmachus. I found it in a smuggler's cave on Solstheim."
Ambarys slowly grinned. "So a family heirloom. It'd be an honor.
"As for lore, thank my mother the historian and novelist. She loved stories and finding facts behind legends. And listenting to stories is part and parcel of being a bartender. Incredible how much history floats on the currents of alcohol. And if I hadn't argued and questioned so much with the local priests during religion classes, I probably would have ended up with the Armigers instead of the Legion."
"I don't understand, the Armigers value a quick mind and independent spirit."
"The priests didn't. They thought I was too rebellious and too lazy to comprehend their gospel and so refused the character references needed for Temple service."
Revyn made a sound of disgust and shook his head in sorrow at such short-sightedness.
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Hours of tedious sneaking and fighting made even slower as they ran out of potions. The enchanted rings and amulets helped, but they were no substitute for food and rest. But finally, they got to the wayshrine cavern. Dunmer-style columns and cement work and lit by magical fires instead of mushrooms. There were numerous chests, rows of shelves laden with armor, racks of weapons.
At the back of chamber was an elevated platform with biers of armored skeletons holding their favorite weapons; the sacrificed guardians of the wayshrine. Banners of the Tribunal, of Houses Hlaalu, Dres and Redoran, and of Windhelm hung on the walls around them.
Skeletons of past trespassers littered the floor. Near the wayshrine itself, the mostly decomposed body of a mage by its Winterhold robes.
Revyn dashed forward and roughly pulled Delphine back before she stepped over the threshold between the chamber and the corridor.
"Watch the corridor!" he ordered. "Let me do what you brought me here to do. Ambarys, it will take all my concentration to make any connection. If I'm successful, they'll talk. But, I may be incapacitated for various reasons. If so, you will need to do the negotiations. Don't let her do any of the talking."
"Understood."
He loosened the scarf around his throat and tugged at the neckline of his armor to pull out his necklace, spreading it to display across his chest. "Oh, the dagger, I'll take it back now, please." He removed his gloves and tucked them away then used the dagger to rather dramatically cut his palms. He thrust the dagger under his belt instead of into its scabbard. Hands extended over the threshold, he let blood drip onto the floor before crossing into the chamber.
He would kneel, he would pray, he would stand and advance a bit further, he would place his hands together and, eyes closed, would seem to aimlessly turn here then there then meander in random directions, kneel again. All the while gently glowing orbs seemed to seep from the walls and the floors; some paced in steady circles around the room and others followed the mer about. Some orbs floated placidly, some were agitated and grouping as if arguing.
Sometimes he spoke and it wasn't always his voice.
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Revyn held the sigil stone. Imagine the shape of water poured into a basin and made solid. Black, yet reflecting light within its prismatic depths. The stone felt warm. It was, in fact, getting warmer and starting to vibrate every so subtly.
"Now according to Esbern that stone will activate an ancient network of teleportation shrines that used to cover all of Tamriel, even to Summerset." Delphine's eyes shone with predatory glee. "Think of it, a way to infiltrate the Thalmor on their own home ground. Now all we need to do is find an intact wayshrine in a more convenient place."
"That's all very fine, but we need to get out of here," said Ambarys. "Revyn, you well enough to move?"
"I need a moment."
"Ambarys is right; we need to leave now," said Delphine, impatiently. She reached for the stone but Revyn jerked away. Ambarys stepped between.
"If you take the stone, I guarantee you won't leave here alive with it," said Ambarys, calmly. "And neither will we. He's the only one they'll permit to have the stone. Which means, missy, even if we all get out of here, you still can't have the stone. Find your wayshrine, but you'll need him to bring the stone to it." He grinned unpleasantly. "And you'd better be able to convince his wife to go along with it because kidnapping him a second time won't work."
Delphine found it hard to argue. Around them, the orbs were morphing and assuming defined shapes, the guardians came forth. The temperature dropped noticeably, the breaths of the living frosting in the air.
An ominous rumble was starting and the ground began trembling. The final caution of the guardians had been to get out because once the stone was taken, they were going to destroy the wayshrine.
"Fine," she hissed. "I'll lead. You take—"
"Both of you, behind me. The ghosts will lead," said Revyn, tiredly. He'd put the stone in his carrysack and Ambarys helped him to stand. "They know a way we can go that's the fastest way to the surface."
And they did, taking them out of the chamber. Falmer hissed and withdrew. The chaurus and chaurus hunters fled. The spirits led them to a tunnel that ended in machinery and an icy body of water.
The way out, the spirits insisted, was through the lake. "Hold your breath and grab onto one of the scoops of that belt," said Revyn, miserably. "Just ... hold on."
Delphine was sandwiched between the two Dunmer. As they was dragged into the ice water they both invoked Ancestors Wrath, their fires just barely kept the cold away else they'd all have lost consciousness moments after going under.
They were dragged up into a small cavern lit by mushrooms. They let go of the belt as it headed into a giant toothed wheel near the ceiling. They lay in a heap, gasping for air. Revyn forced enough energy to tug at the flames staff that was tied to Ambarys's pack. He used it to heat a piles of rock debris against a wall. They crawled nearer and slept. Once they woke, it was a steep but relatively short climb to an abandoned mine.
The found rusted pickaxes and dug the rest of their way out. Fortunately, the collapsed section was shallow and of loose rubble over the entrance. The mine entrance let them out onto the steep side of a mountain. They walked downwards and once the trees thinned due to recent logging, they could see a massive fortress surrounded by a massive wooden fence of logged trees.
"Fort Dawnguard. Well, at least we can be assured of food and a safe place to rest," said Revyn.
"I'll take the sigil stone now," said Delphine.
"You stupid s'wit," Ambarys snarled and stepped forward to block her. "The stone stays with Revyn. You weren't listening very well while I was negotiating with the spirits, were you? You lucked out that most of the spirits there were Hlaalu. Then a second time when you got Revyn here, one of the few I know who practices the old ways and keeps a shrine for both his own and his wife's ancestors. His wife's family had the name-pull the spirits recognized and that made him an acceptable medium to work through even though he was no blood relation, especially since there were Dres, Redoran, and others.
"Most of the spirits have accepted release will go to the rest once they destroy the the wayshrine. The ones that remain have reattached to the stone and will only remain peaceful so long as the stone remains with Revyn in Windhelm.
"You've done your work for the Dragonborn; you've found the stone. Now you can go back to her dragonship and tell her it's in safe hands. And if ever the time comes, Revyn will bring it to her."
"That's not how this works."
"Don't try me, girl. This old and rusty Blade can still take your jumped-up grandmaster pretentions to the ground. Now run along and report to the Dragonborn you're suppose to be serving."
Delphine glared, her hand twitching a long while over the hilt of her katana. But at last she spun around and walked away. They watched her until she disappeared into the trees.
"Thank you, Ambarys."
"Yeah. Right." Ambarys was scowling at the ground. When he finally looked up and met Revyn's eyes, he looked readied for battle. "You know, Revyn, you've been involving yourself in trouble since you married. Tell me true, is Helsette the Dragonborn?"
Revyn heaved a great sigh of relief. "Yes."
"Hah. Elani owes me a keg of brandy." Ambarys grinned. "A very big keg."
"Ambarys..."
"Revyn..." Ambarys echoed, mockingly.
They started walking to Fort Dawnguard. Wall sentries spotted them and they could see two guards starting uphill to meet them.
"The ghosts will be happy," Ambarys remarked. "In case you're too tired to sense them, the attached spirits on the stone are Nords. Officers in Jorunn Skald-King's army who volunteered for sacrifice. They wanted to go home to Windhelm and they'll hang around your shop and guard it along with the stone. I didn't catch their names, but I'm sure you'll find that out later in your own time. But they did say that when the time is right, they'll gladly go to glory in Sovengard."
"Oh, how nice." Revyn said, inanely.