It was a silent walk to the silt strider, and halfway through the ride too before Adamio broke the silence. "What in Oblivion was that about! Now you're a Seyda Nun! I thought you HATED the nine divines! What has happened to you!" Seeing the shocked look on the woman's face, Adamio calmed down and apologized. "You don't remember me do you?" Seraph held out his hand towards the woman. "Journeyman, this is Sango. We were friends a very long time ago." The woman looked up as if she had seen a ghost. "But you… he was dead…" The journeyman seemed as confused as this Sango woman. "I had to leave to protect everyone. If they knew I was alive, then you'd all be dead… Where are all?"

The woman looked up at the sky, pondered for a minute, then looked back at Adamio. "Okay first of all, you could have at least left a trail of clues that only we would be able to figure out to let us know you were still alive like Kela and his family did. And second off… I don't know where the others are. I haven't seen them since about a week after you died… er.. left. As far as I know creeper left with his brother to start selling in Cyrodiil, Omni is off in the north woods of Solthsiem, K is probably in the Black Marsh by now, and Kela moved to Blacklight after his wife and Holly left." Adamio looked more in thought then shocked, but after a brief moment he stood up and reached into his knapsack. "This," he said as he pulled out a ring, "is the ring I wore in our last battle against the Ashlanders. Make sure your niece gets it when we reach Balmora." Adamio handed the ring to Sango. "May the spirits guide you," said Seraph before jumping off of the silt strider and landing in the river below. "What the hell was that about?" asked the journeyman.

After reaching port in Balmora, Sango and the journeyman, whose name turns out to be Jango Santu, decided to get rooms at the eight plates, with a half-off discount thanks to Sango knowing a few people. "He should be here soon," said the journeyman. "Who should?"

"Adamio. He said the plan was to get rooms here, and we did. And in all my time traveling with him, he always makes sure he sticks to a plan no matter what. So he should be here soon."

"While we wait, I'll go get us something to drink, I'll be back in a bit."

"Why not just go and get some right up at the bar in here?"

"Because I like the good shit." Sango then got up and left he room, making her way to the mages guild. As she walked into a room with a khajiit and a woman with short, brown hair, she simply said "Caldera." The woman with brown hair waved her hand in the air and a cloud of magicka swallowed Sango, before it disappeared with her. Sango found herself in a room with a few people, and most likely upstairs. She walked out, down a street, past a trade house, and then entered a manor in which many Orcs stood looking as if Sango was the last woman on earth. "Don't bother. I was told that creeper left something special for me here." The oldest shirtless Orc looked surprised. "You must be the Ajamma?"

"Yes, now where is my bottle?" The Orc walked over a shelf, moved a few books around, and finally pulled out a Deadric looking bottle. As he held his hand, containing the bottle, out to Sango he uttered something unmistakable to her. "S'twah." She took the bottle and left the manor quicker then you can say 'flying guar robbery'. She went back to the mages guild, transported back to Balmora, and finally got back to her room in the eight plates where Jango was waiting for her. "Where have you been?" asked Jango. "Yes indeed, where have you been?" Replied a familiar voice from behind her. "Sere-"

"Don't ever speak of that name again!" shrieked Adamio. "That name cannot be known to anyone other then the Stalkers." Adamio made sure that only Sango heard his next words. "Especially the youngling."

"Well we should drink up and go to bed, after all we don't want to be late for… whatever we're doing tomorrow." Sango pulled out the bottle, filled three glasses with the blood-colored liquid, and handed a glass to each. After drinking the crimson water, they parted ways. Adamio and Sango got a room together so they could catch up, and Jango sat in his room feeling ever dizzier.

"Are you sure it will work?" asked Adamio. "Deadric Brandy has never failed me."

"How much longer until we can take him?"

"Not much longer now. Just get all of your stuff packed up and then we'll get him."

"So tell me, what exactly is an Ajamma?" asked Adamio as he tied the top of a sack closed. "It is the word for my heritage of Sujamma drinkers," replied Sango as she locked a small chest. "You mean the people that would gorge on Sujamma before rushing into battle?"

"Exactly. But why did you ask that? Where you in the manor with me or something?"

"Didn't you notice the Orc watching you from the corner?"

"But you're not an Orc?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm all packed. What about you?"

I'm set," replied Sango as she tied another sack shut. "It's time."