A/N: I've been having issues with the 'Cut and Paste' option when I go to upload. Chapters may take a bit longer to go up because of this.

Esil woke up slowly. She was lying on her side on a hard rocky floor. She opened her eyes and saw the dim outlines of cell bars. Glancing over she saw the slumped form of what she assumed was Ulfric, then the yellow robes of Marcurio. She didn't see any shape resembling Ondolemar. She pushed herself upright, looking around cautiously. She didn't recognise the area, but it was much larger than the interrogation room of the Embassy. She looked up and shivered as a blast of icy wind blew through. The walls were made of ice, and Esil dimly saw a Frost Atronach walk by.

"This isn't happening. This can't be happening." Esil muttered. She heard a faint scream. "Ulfric, Ulfric, wake up!" Esil said quietly, trying to tug on the man's clothes. When she realised she couldn't reach him, she grabbed a stone and tossed it at him, glancing furtively at the Atronach. It ignored her, continuing on its rounds. She threw another stone, this one bouncing off of the bars of the cage. She bit her lip, listening carefully. She saw a brown form in another cage, and threw a stone at it. The shape jerked upright.

"What the hell?"

"Hi Galmar." Esil said.

"Oh great, it's you."

"Yup." Esil turned and threw another stone at Ulfric.

"Don't do that."

"Why not?" Esil asked. "I need him up." She threw someone's femur at the Nord and with a surprised gasp Ulfric woke up.

"Where are we?" He asked.

"The Chill. It's above Winterhold." Esil said, her voice quivering slightly.

"Is that fear I hear in the Dragonborn's voice?" Galmar asked.

"Yes. Yes it is." Esil said with finality. "Can you see if Marcurio's still alive?" She asked. Ulfric nodded and reached out with a bone, prodding the robes. In about a minute Marcurio was awake as well.

"Well this sucks." He said. Esil began pulling at the lock. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get out. I—" She froze as Thalmor came into the jail. Esil quickly pulled her hands inside the cage and watched as a limp body was dropped on the ground. An Altmer woman walked in.

"It seems you three in particular have made a laughingstock of the Thalmor." Elenwen glared at Ulfric, Esil and Galmar.

"I try." Esil said sarcastically and a guard hit the bars with his sword, causing her to jump backwards.

"Ulfric, you've gained weight since we talked last." Elenwen looked him over. Ulfric glared at her.

"All right, why am I here?" Marcurio asked.

"Because you've shown dissent one too many times. You're also in league with these three." Elenwen looked the Imperial straight in the eye. Marcurio gritted his teeth and stared right back.

"So what do you want with us?" Galmar broke the silence.

"Information on your movements. And when we're done with that, we'll make an example of you." Elenwen folded her arms proudly.

"You realise that the moment I disappeared several groups became suspicious? They'll be tracking me down."

"Oh, you mean your assassins and thieves? My dear Esil, you're a wanderer. No one will be looking for you, because you've made it clear that you go where you please, when you please, and for as long as you please." Esil's eyes widened. "Your Guild will be assuming that you've wandered off again, doing some sort of job for the Dark Brotherhood, and your assassins will assume that you're doing jobs for the Guild." Elenwen turned and began to leave the room.

"You four are stuck here. I'd suggest you get used to it."