Haelia Dhur disliked drunken men, especially on nights in the fishing village of Hla Oad. Sometimes, as the proud owner of Dhur's Drinks, she frustrated over her loud customers. But then again, it was her customers, and it was her bar and their money, so sometimes she thought anything was okay as long as her customers did empty their pockets in her place.
Now, this isn't to say that a professional woman like Haelia Dhur wasn't also young and beautiful. On the contrary, she was a pretty Nord with long blonde hair wreathed over her slender shoulders. When she served her drinks, men in her bar remembered her for her appealing thighs. And, she was only 17.
You could also say that she was an ambitious woman. But then, there were those days when the customers all left, and it was deep and dark into the night, and she'd regret standing there behind the counter dreaming about how her life would be different if she had just done what every other lusty woman did her age. She wished she wasn't so dedicated to her business.
This night, though, there was an odd customer. Across the counter, a middle-aged dunmer with a dark red robe stood. Haelia Dhur noticed he was breathing heavily, beads of sweat raining down his face.
"You're not buying a drink, are you?" She said.
His motion was sluggish, he moaned rather than spoke, "Hold this!" He whispered. He handed her an object the size of a walnut.
"What is it?" She asked.
The man said nothing.
Suddenly, there was a storm outside. A group of black cloaks entered. They came in, these black cloaks, and they pulled the dunmer from the stool where he stood. Soon, the man and the black cloaks pulling him were gone.
Afterwards, she was left with the glowing object. "What is it?" She said to herself.