The nightingale bird flew a fair distance away from me, flying from tree to tree, guiding me towards my location. It was slightly difficult to see where it moved, due to the sundown. I ran down the road, to where the nightingale flew, for a while, passing by the lively green trees of Falkreath's forest. Eventually, the bird decided to go off the road. I didn't feel safe at all, traversing through the dense forest, filled with wild animals, but I supposed it was necessary. I passed through the trees, still keeping the sight of the bird, to hear something from a far; I stopped my movement to hear it more clearly. It was the sound of footsteps. Many footsteps, but not from two feet. They sounded like paws. I turned to where the sound came from to find a possible threat. A single wolf, stood before me, staring directly at me. I looked back at it, without fear, but defensiveness. It slowly walked towards me, beginning to growl.

I didn't have time to focus on the bird unforunately, I set my attention to the current threat to my life. I unsheathed my blade, prepared to anticipate a strike, and counterattack without fail. I read a book about how to combat animals back when I was younger, it specifically said that if you had no bow or arrows, then anticipate a blow.

The wolf's growling grew louder, and more threatening, thirsting for my flesh.

His strike would come soon, I had to be patient though.

The hungry wolf finally dashed, running into me, but then was stopped by something completely unexpected. I spear, suddenly thudded into the ground, stopping the wolf from running into me.

"Fao, Stop!" A woman's voice was suddenly heard from behind me. I turned around to find something I cant believe I didn't hear coming towards me. A bear was standing before me, with a wood elf sitting right on top of it. I developed a baffled look, staring at the sight.

The woman was a middle aged bosmer, in fur armor, with many different accessories on her body; A belt with spriggan taproots dangling from it, a sash with bone and fangs strapped to it, and fur bracers , wrapped with leather bindings. Her face was heavily tattooed, and her facial expression furious. She pointed a second spear she had at me and shouted "Stay away from here, you bastard! You will not go further!"

"Not a chance! I have a goal, and it's somewhere in this forest!" I shouted.

"You city-dwellers always cause trouble! What do you want?"

"I want nothing. I need something."

"And what is this that?"

"Power."

The Elvish woman scoffed. "Power? I see. You are another typical adventurer with stars in his eyes and a blade in his hand."

"You're wrong! I'm looking for a place..." I presumed I had to admit it to her. "A place of daedra worship."

She raised a brow at me, and held her spear down slowly.

Seeing as to that we're trying to become less hostile, I sheathed my blade.

"Do you worship a daedra?" She asked.

"...Yes."

She stares at me, looking me up and down. "I do sense an energy foreign to me, coming from your body..." She retrieved a dagger from her hip. "Which one?"

Clearly If I said something she didn't like, I wasn't going to be a friend with her. I stood silently for a moment, staring at her dagger, made of iron and wrapped with leather.

"Answer me! Which daedra do you worship?"

I supposed the truth would only work, for I had no other choices of lies, "Nocturnal."

She squinted her eyes at me for a moment, then closed them. She sheathed her dagger and put a hand on her hip. "Good. If you said Hircine, I would've killed you. She dismounted from her bear and approached me. "Why do you need this... 'power' from this Twilight Sepulcher you speak of?"

"To defeat a certain person, and protect my people."

She looked me in the eye, and demanded answers; Vagueness was not tolerable for her, "Defeat whom? and protect whom?"

There was no way I could tell her that, but I could be indirect. "I want to defeat a man, named Korrinir Igmennson, and I want to protect my family." Saying that avoided me telling her I was a thief and I wanted to kill the White Knight.

She slowly nodded, comprehending my words. "I see." She returned to her bear, mounting up on it again. "My name is Emilionel. I am apart of the Order of Nature."

"The... what?"

"The Order of Nature is a small colony of Wood elfs that reside and defend the animals here, like me. We protect this graceful land from hunters and so on, which is why I wanted to know if you if you worshipped Hircine."

Hearing that, I was glad I didn't bring Si'ta along. "...Why are you revealing such information to me?"

"The order of Nature is no hidden cult, Khajiit. We are occasionally supported and appreciated by the Jarl of Falkreath for preventing and reducing the poaching that often occurs here." She went to the subject. "Now, You said you were looking for a place called The Twilight Sepulcher?"

I nodded.

"I don't know a place called that in particular, but I have an idea of what you're searching for."

"Where is it?"

"Hold on, there's an issue though."

"What?"

"If the place you're talking about is the same place I'm thinking about, it's currently occupied with bandits."

Just what I didn't need; more issues. "Bandits?"

The Forest Protector, Emilionel, nodded. "Yes. Orcish Hunters, to be specific."

I didn't want to fight orcs in a place that isnt even the place I'm looking for, "First thing is first, how do you know this is the place I'm after?"

"One of the hunters said something about the place they encamped being special and called it a Twilight Sepulcher as well, when I was stalking them."

I didn't have any time for those, not at all. I immediately jumped to a solution, "How many of them were there?"

"Six. They're hardened hunters though, It's nothing a young khajiit like you could handle, Nor I."

"Then we could work together."

"Work together? With a stranger? Nonsense."

I grew irritated, not gaining a solution, "Well, would you rather have them there, destroying your beautiful wildlife?" I said, mocking her as I said "beautiful wildlife".

She did not take it lightly, "No!" She defensively said. "I will not have those brutish buffoons destroy my land or it's inhabitants!"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I was in the middle of returning to my people for reinforcements to help me, Then I found you."

"Perhaps we can help each other, it doesn't matter whether we're mere strangers or not, what matters is that we have a common goal."

"And that goal is?"

"To rid us of this issue!"

She crossed her arms and closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about whether to fight with me or not.

I stared at her expectantly and my nightingale flew to my shoulder.

She sighed. "Fine, we can work together."

"Great. My name's Ly'ro, by the way."

"But we do this by means of stealth, and nothing less."

"Good, Stealth is the only means I have."

She raised a brow and smiled. "Good." She turned to her bear, standing patiently. "Go back to alvasil, Po."

The bear turned around and ran off, I presume to the place she told him to.

She turned back to me, and retrieved her spear from her back. "Let's go." she said.