A/N: I'm not too happy with this chapter. I think I went on a little too long with some parts, but I think that if I got rid of those parts it would seem kinda... bare. I'm also trying to get back into the Morrowind story line more again, along with bring back some of the mystery. Sooooo... please R&R!

The next morning Seraph awoke surprisingly early. As he walked into the dining of the Eight Plates he noticed a suspicious looking Dunmer wearing an old, worn down robe sitting in the corner sipping on some sujama. As soon as Seraph sat down to await the awakening of his friends the Dunmer in the corner stood up, briskly walked over to Seraph, and sat down across the small table form him. Seraph looked past the Dunmer's shoulders to the bar Sterwed at the counter. "One scrib jerky, and two kwama eggs please?", asked Seraph holding up three gold coins. The Dunmer coughed as to get Seraph's attention. "Is there something in particular you would like to discuss or are you just wasting my time for the fun of it?"

"I am a sleeper of the Sixth House of the Nerevarine", said the Dunmer trying to keep his voice down. "Nerevarine? That's the first time I've heard it pronounced like that before", said Seraph casually. "Yes well.. these new thinkers of the Tribunal don't know anything. And do not speak until I am done!", said the Dunmer now talking in a normal voice. "You have learned too much and yet have learned nothing. Many things you have been told by what you would consider a friend... that blood-thirsting abomination... were lies. You are still a Dunmer... but not entirely. You are a Dunmer, Altmer, Bosmer crossbreed. Some how you have inherited traits of the Imperials, the Nords, the Orcs, and the Argonians as well. We have been watching you for quite some time now, thinking you were the nerevarine, but we know better now. But!... We have discovered something else about you, something you must learn on you own."

The Dunmer looked at Seraph as if it were his cue to speak. "I have been having trouble finding many of the things I have learned recently unbelievable. But why are you telling me this?"

"It's not important now. We have arranged for you to get a", the Dunmer paused for a moment. "Special armor for you. You can pick it up at the short ones shop. You will receive a shield and sword too. These are weapons of the", he paused again. "Just pick them up and you will see. Take this paper, and make sure you do not change inside the town. But you are expected to trade your armor in as payment." He "sleeper" handed him a paper and walked back into the corner.

Seraph looked down at the paper and it had an odd marking on it. It looked like one of the symbols of common writing, but different. It was shaped like a V, had a diamond near the bottom inside, and the diamond had a small line coming from the top of it that went just past the top of the V. He looked at the corner where the Dunmer was sitting and he was gone. "How in oblivion? He was there and I would have noticed if he walked out", thought Seraph.

Just then Sango, Holly, and Kela all came walking into the room, and after that Seraphs breakfast was set on the table. "When I'm done here, I must go and pick up some armor. After that, we will head back to your plantation quicker than you expected Kela." Kela looked up at him with a confused and tired look about his face. "What do you mean? Have you found a shortcut I do not know about?", asked Kela while rubbing his eyes. "I found a way to use the index to travel anywhere I want. But if I go through it will close behind me. Besides, I must go speak with a few people here in Balmora, and I have business in Gnisis." Seraph chugged the last of his sujama and stood up. "I have a few things to do first so I want you guys to rally the pack together and get them ready. Make sure that we have as many of them as battle ready as possible." Seraph then went to his room and put his Dwemer armor in a cloth sack, looking at it as if he's about to give away his child. Finally he tied the sack up, put his nap sack on and walked out.

During his short walk through the city he was simply looking to the sky. As he was doing so he noticed the same creature that he saw while he was on the ship. He saw it battling a group of cliff racers. In one single move three of the cliff racers were cut in half and fell out of the air. The creature hovered in mid-air and another one of the cliff racers dropped leaving only one. The cliff racer charged at the creature while amazingly dodging what seemed to be arrows through the sky. As it came up to attack the creature, the creature threw out its arms and the creatures arms and the cliff racers wings seemed to be locked together and they did a nose dive out of the sky behind the mountain range that they were over. A moment later the creature rose above the mountains carrying a dead cliff racer. It rose up and dis-appeared into one of the few fluffy white clouds that were in the sky.

Being so mesmorized with this site, Seraph seemed to have forgotten that he was walking through an alley. As he started to look back at where he was walking he slammed into a wall! After he hit the wall he landed in an open crate. He stopped for a moment, struggled some more to get out of a crate then simply said "fuck it." His eyes started to turn blue, then his hole eyeball turned into a metallic blue, and he rose out of the crate, slowly and gently set back down on the ground, and continued out of the alley into a circular area of buildings with sings on them. He walked into one of he buildings, which on the inside was obviously the shop of an armorer, and stood at the counter. Behind the counter was a small elven man mumbling to himself while cleaning a sword, with his back turned to Seraph. "Excuse me. Sir?" The little man turned around, set the sword down on the counter and asked how he would be of service. "I was told by a Dunmer to give you this paper, and this armor. And in return you had something for me." Seraph placed the cloth sack on the counter, put the paper next to it, and stepped back.

The short elf looked at the paper, looked up at Seraph in suspicion, opened up the sack. It was when he saw the contents on the sack that he smiled and fumbled to put it in a large wooden chest behind him. He turned around while still squatted, picked up another sack and put it on the counter with his hand on top of it. "Make sure no one sees you putting this on in the city. Go just outside the walls, under the silt strider port and get it on there. Just make sure that Argonian doesn't see you." He removed his hand from on top of the sack as Seraph nodded and shoved it toward Seraph. Seraph took the sack, which he realized was incredibly light for having so much in it. He stopped under the silt strider port, opened up the sack, and at that moment his eyes went wide.

Inside the sack was a full set of glass armor. As he put on the boots and grieves he noticed a feeling of magicka in his legs. He then removed the cuirass from the sack and put it on, then the gauntlets, then his left pauldron, then as he removed the right pauldron from the sack he noticed something odd about it. In a small glass design, there was the same symbol on it as there was on the paper. He shrugged it off and put it on. As he looked into the bag to make sure there wasn't anymore contents he noticed a few blades. As he removed them he realized that they were so large that they had to have been in there with some sort of magicka. He then noticed the darkness of the blades. A claymore, a longsword, and a dagger were in the sack. HE checked the sack one last time and put it in an urn that was sitting next to him.

He returned to the city, now with a few staring at him in amazement of his new armor. He removed his helm as he entered the Fighters Guild, and the Breton and Redguard that were just inside looked at him and smiled. "Hey Seraph! What's the money in you new life?", said the Breton as if trying to make a joke. "Nice outfit. I see your journeys have prospered", said the Redguard woman. "Hello guys. Is Eyedis here?", asked Seraph trying to ignore the comments that were obviously being made about his armor. "She's up in her office as always", replied the Redguard, sounding discouraged at the lack of anger from Seraph. He passed the Breton, who was fumbling with his sword as if trying to ignore an awkward moment, and walked up the stairs. At the top of the stairs he saw a red-haired Imperial looking woman in bonemold armor. "Well here's one who can stand for himself. How you doin' Seraph?", said the woman with a smirk on her face. "Pretty good but I need to know something about sleepers." Eyedis got a mildly confused look on her face. "Sounds like something from the whole nervrevine thing. Why don't you go ask Cauis? He should know something about it." After she said that Seraph got a depressed look on his face. "Do you think he'll be clean right now?"

"I doubt it. But he can still help." Seraph looked at her, hugged her, then left.