Chapter 18: Go Now with Sithis

"A new sister has been born," Ungolim said flatly as he sipped from his tankard. He nodded to the speaker across the table. "You'll find this one amusing."

Lucien cocked his head with curious smile. "What makes you say so?"

"She murdered the Countess of Leyawiin."

Lucien's grin widened. He leaned forward in anticipation. The news hadn't yet broke, and it's not every day a county ruler is assassinated. He remembered when Uriel Septim and all of his heirs were killed two years ago. Now that was a day worthy of discussion.

Ungolim responded with a stern and steady gaze. He cleared his throat.

"A young Bosmer named Nimileth. Find her in the city of Anvil. Now, excuse me."

Ungolim stood and began clearing his dining table of cups and bottles, leaving only a roll of leather that held a steel knife and gut-hook. He lugged a dead doe from the entryway across the floor of his shack and hoisted it up onto the table. Ignoring Lucien's lingering presence in the room, he cut a slit along the length of its belly as he prepared it for dressing.

Lucien remained in his seat, watching the blood begin a slow trickle down Ungolim's arm as he worked. It dripped from his elbow and onto the floor.

"You're a tease, dear Listener. Surely the Night Mother told you more than that."

"That's for me to know, Lucien. For you to find out. Go now with Sithis."

And Lucien did.