Lying in the sea Roseline used what strength she had to turn herself over, honestly if she was going to die she would rather it have been from freezing to death than drowning. The water was particularly still so she never strayed far from the shore, she had watched the Nord leave not long ago.

The air around her started to feel warm, she knew that wasn't a good sign. As she felt death approaching she knew this wasn't how she was supposed to end, she didn't deserve it and it wasn't good enough for her. She couldn't move and when she tried to scream her voice came out in such a raspy tone anyone hearing it may have mistaken her for a Hagraven; she was never a believer in much but in that moment she tried everything she could think of. She prayed to the nine, she spoke out to the daedra, she was ready to give herself to Molag Bal or even Namira if she had to. From the corner of her eye Roseline saw a bundle of nightshade floating in the water near her and the moon reflecting all around her reminding her of candles, the story "A Kiss, Sweet Mother" was brought to her memory; it came to her that maybe, just maybe, with the injuries she had sustained and the placement of everything she could become her own Black Sacrament. She began to whisper frantically to herself the words that she had memorized when she became infatuated by the Dark Brotherhood and their practices.

"Sweet mother sweet mother send your child unto me for the sins of the unworthy have been baptized in blood and fear."

Over and over again she whispered the forbidden prayer in hopes that someone, anyone, would come to her aid. She began to realize that it was a useless endeavor she would die there and she only wished at that point that it would come faster. As she waivered out of consciousness she saw a flash of red beside her; she looked up as well as she could, her vision blurred, and saw that next to her was the same stranger that she believed had killed Erandur. He smiled down at her with what was either a truly sincere or a truly cocky glint in his eye.

"Well, it's not the traditional Black Sacrament but I guess it works well enough when you're dying so damn close to the sanctuary." He briskly picked up Roseline and carried her towards a door she had never noticed before.

The rest of the night was just flashes in Roseline's mind and she was sure she was dreaming, there appeared to be an entire set up for living quarters nestled into the mountain ready for dozens of people. As she was transported through the area she attempted to take note of her surroundings and the people gawking at her but she couldn't bring herself to stay awake long enough to see much, she mostly just remembered seeing the stranger she was so wary of along with a Redguard man. There were other people down there to that she didn't recognize but what caught her off guard the most was the little girl. She couldn't grasp most of what she was saying but what she did hear was far out of the capabilities of a child to grasp, especially so when the little girl was the one who did the alchemy and magic that saved Roseline's life.

She woke up the next morning in her bed she was sore and tousled she had not slept well and the dream hadn't helped one bit, it was the oddest one she'd had ever since Erandur died. She went to hop out of bed to go to Windpeak when a searing pain in her gut dropped her to her knees. No. That's all she could think was no. It couldn't have been real. She didn't want it to be real.

"You'll have to be careful, Babette is good but she's no miracle worker, had Festus still been around you could've skipped up to Winterhold and back and only have to worry about pissing off a dragon, Babette has done his memory great honor though."

Roseline jumped away from the voice causing her to drop to the floor again as she looked around frantically for who was in her house. Finally her eyes settled on a chair in a dark corner of the room where the stranger was sitting and drinking mead staring at her with amusement in his eyes.

"Yes it all happened. I'm sorry but it did. Now we need to have a talk. I can see your future and no I don't need to speak to Olava for it, you're going to be a great addition to our ranks."

He smiled as he stood in front of her holding out his hand to help her up. He wrapped his arm around her waist for support her and led her out of the house back towards the mountain where the door was. She couldn't figure out what she had gotten herself into all because of a damned walk. As they neared the bend in the mountain where Roseline remembered the door being the stranger suddenly stopped.

"What's going on I thought we were going back to that place?"

The stranger laughed at Roseline's concern he seemed completely charming though she still didn't trust him. He pointed towards a carriage that she hadn't noticed and motioned for her to get in.

"Where do you intend on taking me?"

Her frustration was growing as he stood there wordlessly expecting her to climb into the carriage for him to take her God's know where, she was considering heading back to town when a stab in her stomach reminded her of the night before. Not only was she wary of journeying back by herself she wasn't in much condition to keep walking not to mention the fact that if he wished her harm then he could have simply left her for dead the night before.

She huffed in defeat and allowed him to help her into the back of the carriage where they immediately took off heading away from town. She questioned the stranger constantly as to where they were going and what they were doing but she got little more than a smirk or a one word response from him. They continued down for over a day, it wasn't a very smooth ride and her wounds didn't take to the trip well but eventually they found themselves outside of a small building in the middle of the woods. Roseline looked around, it was beautiful, she herself had never been far from Dawnstar where the weather was always miserable, she took in her surroundings and noted that while there was a distinctive chill as the snow wasn't far there was blue skies and orange leaves surrounding her; she could hear the animal calls all around her and the mountain air seemed to partially revive her spirit. This was a place she could definitely grow to love.

She watched as the stranger climbed out of the carriage and she noticed that his demeanor had changed, he seemed much more serious now and it made her wary. He continued his silence as he walked towards the door.

"Sir are you going to subject me to many more days of silence?"

He froze with his hand on the key and chuckled slightly as he looked over his shoulder at her with a glint in his eye.

"Well it is the music of life."

With that he pushed the door open and disappeared inside leaving her to her own. She thought for a moment before whispering to herself and heading inside.

"He's right, silence is the music of life."

As Roseline walked into the building she was instantly hit with a sense of panic, she couldn't pay attention to anything in the room as she limped in and immediately noticed the main thing in the room: A single man sat kneeling on the floor with a bag on his head. Roseline stopped in her tracks and looked around until she saw the stranger sitting at a table in the corner.

"This is it Roseline, this is a moment that will decide your destiny, this is a moment that can change everything. This isn't exactly tradition but it is how I got my start and it is the way I like to do things."

She wanted to laugh at how serious he was but she just couldn't as everything about this situation said that he was right, she wanted to ask a thousand questions but only one could come to her mind.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know a lot of things. What you need to know right now is you have a decision to make. I'm going to put this very simply: kill him. Don't question it, don't fight it, don't think about it, just kill him."