As the two walked into Jango's room, they noticed he was shaking on his bed. "Is he ok?" asked Adamio. "Don't worry, it's a very mild side effect. It will stop soon." Adamio threw Jango over his shoulder and followed Sango to the bottom of the Silt Strider port stairs. "So what exactly is the plan this time?" Adamio asked, growing evermore frustrated with carrying the shaking Jango. "We'll take the Silt Strider to Vivec, get a boat to Ebonheart, then from there we can catch a boat to the Discendent Monastery. We can find the prophecies there." For a moment it was silent. So silent that it edged a bit of fear into Adamio. "How do you know about the prophecies?" asked Adamio, giving a squinted, evil-eye kind of stare. "Because that would be the only reason you would come back after being banished by the Nerevarine. It's the only reason you would want to defeat the council."

"Ridiculous… I would ever want to overthrow the council."

"Don't lie. I saw that glint of fire in your eye when you touched the ring. You wouldn't have been able to sway the Temple to help you in the first place without Moon-And-Star. Why would you give me a powerless ring though?"

"Because you are the only one I know that would be able to travel through the gates of Oblivion to find the Dwemer craftsman and get it fixed."

"Unexpected of you…"

Silence took its place once again as they stared into each others eyes. After a moment the eerie moan of the Silt Strider beckoned them aboard. "Where would you like to go?" asked the deep voiced Nord. "Vivec please," replied Adamio.

As the Silt Strider reached the rickety, old wooden port, Adamio paid the Nord and hopped off with Jango still over his shoulder, followed by Sango, who was thanking and tipping the Nord on her way. "So do we take a gondola, or one of the boats?" asked Adamio as he swung Jango from one shoulder to the other. "We take a boat. All of the gondola ports are being watched by the older guards. Someone might recognize you." Sango walked, only to be stopped in realizing that Adamio wasn't following her. "What's wrong?"

"Why exactly are the older guards watching to gondola ports?"

"The Nerevarine thought that they were too old to put into normal duties, but she still wanted to hold watch over everything."

As they boarded a boat holding a few other civilian passengers, the Altmer captain, with flowing golden hair and an untamed beard, came walking out of the cabin, with a skinny, long haired Dunmer boy in raged clothing. "Wind Runner, Get this ship moving! I wanna try and get out of here before the guards come for inspections."

"Hello my name is Adamio, and the girl is Sango. How far can this boat take us?" Adamio asked as he shook the hand of the now silent captain. "You… I've seen you before. I've seen that look in your eye. During the war. You are the lost leader, aren't you?" Adamio got a scared look on his face. "You wouldn't happen to know a Jean Malakioshinotia would you?" Adamio asked as he slipped his hand into the bag at his side. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Jean! It's been so long! What happened to you!" Adamio yelled at the top of his lungs, attracting the attention of a few guards. "Quiet down. The ship is invisible! I'll explain everything once we take off."

Wind Runner noticed the guards coming closer, so he raised one hand and muttered something to him self. Suddenly a burst of wind came shooting out of his hand and straight to the sail, jolting the ship forward, and causing a few of the passengers to fall out of their seats.