"And you shall take this knife, and plunge it deep into the heart of the target, henceforth concluding his life."
The words of Grandmaster Eno Hlaalu echoed inside the head of the young Bosmer, as he left the Morag Tong hideout through Vivec's Arena waistworks.
"You must do this in the utmost secrecy. No one must suspect the Morag Tong."
It didn't make sense. The Grandmaster always presented a writ of execution to his assassins, and then gave no more orders. But this one was too specific. The Bosmer suspected foul play.
Fenrick exited the waistworks and stepped out into the sunlight. His small, pointy ears felt the rush of wind. Another storm had come, and blew dirt all around him. It's getting worse by the day, he though to himself as he moved on. Dressed in simple attire, the Bosmer didn't stand out much, even with the dagger he was carrying. It glowed faintly at times, then rested.
"You there!" Fenrick spun around. An Ordinator was running along the walkway. So much for the guise, he had been spotted. Fenrick broke into a run as the Ordinator, in his set of Indoril armour charged after him, lost ground. Fenrick was too quick, and he got away, fleeing into the wilderness.
After deciding travel in the cities was not safe, Fenrick had spent most of the next several days walking, trying to reach his destination. He now concealed the dagger he was to use to kill him. In the back of his mind, he couldn't figure out how. How was what the Grandmaster asked even possible?
It was three days after leaving Vivec that Fenrick arrived in Ebonheart. He enquired at the local inn, The Six Fishes, and set up reservations for himself, and bought a nice cooked meal of Slaughterfish. After his meal, he went up to his room, and collapsed onto the bed, and slept.