"After all I've done for your corrupt empire." Her venomous words were draped in dark malice. He was silent for a moment, his eyes narrowed. Then he let out a breath as a conclusion was reached. "Exile to your frozen land of origin: Atmora." "No, not execution, but starvation, madness, a slow agonizing death." her voice was low. "A sentence fit for a traitor to the empire."

He did not deal in bribes, or threats, or petty barters. He dealt in pain. A gruesome, yet simple trade. Pain was his art, his trade, his job. He was Pain. But why did he hesitate?

A collection of letters, documents, and journal entries describing encounters with the legendary Last Dragonborn. With this tome, we hope questions are answered, especially the question of whether or not there was ever a Dragonborn. Myth or legend? Historical fact, or just a bedtime story for young lads and lasses?