It was now the next morning, the sun had just peaked over the mountain and Farkas had not returned. Vilkas waited by the path impatiently-thinking, hoping, that his brother would be back soon. June just finished speaking with Scorn. He marked the ruin on her map, she packed her bags with what she thought was needed and than left the house.

She saw Vilkas waiting by the path again for Farkas. "You shouldn't worry so much. He's a grown man, he can take care of himself." She said as she walked up to him. "I know. It's just that..This is a new area and he's been gone all night." Vilkas ran his fingers through his hair. "If you're so worried about it why not just stay here? I'll go to the ruin by myself." June said with a shrug.

Vilkas quickly looked at her and shook his head. "No, no way am I letting you go by yourself." He furrowed his eyebrows down. June crossed her arms. "I was alone a long time before I met you, you know." She gave him a crooked smile. Vilkas sighed turning his head from her, he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'll be fine, and I'm sure Farkas is fine." June stepped in front of him. "How far is it again?" Vilkas asked. "A day." June answered.

"A day?!" He sighed as he looked down and rubbed his forehead. "It's not that big of a deal." She shrugged. Vilkas wasn't convinced, June let out another sigh. "Look Farkas isn't here, and I need to get going soon if I want to make it there early. So are you coming?" She furrowed her eyebrows down. Vilkas looked back at her, their eyes met for a moment as he was in thought. "Can't we just wait another day?" He asked. "No, I'm not waiting anymore." June crossed her arms.

"Fine! Stubborn woman!" Vilkas threw his arms in the air. He took a step towards her placing his hands on her shoulders. "You better be back in at least four days or I'm gonna come looking for you." June just smirked and turned around. "I'll be back when I'm back." She said with a shrug as she walked down the path. "I'm serious!" Vilkas yelled. "So am I!" She called back to him with a grin on her face. Vilkas sighed as he watched her leave.

Farkas's knees grew sore as he knelt down. He had been in this position for hours now behind some bushes. 'When are these damn elves going to get back on the road?' He thought to himself as he kept peeking out at them. The elves driving the carriage had decided to take a break, a break involving many mugs of ale. They had been up all night, laughing at their jokes that he didn't understand. Farkas's head felt heavy and his eyes hurt from being awake all night. His stomach was also in pain from the lack of food. "Alright, let's a couple hours of sleep and than get back on the road. These damn cultist's are an impatient sort." Farkas heard one of them speak. 'So they are with the cultist..' Farkas clenched his jaw as he waited.

It didn't take long for the drivers to pass out since their bellies were full of mead. Farkas peeked out of the bushes and when he saw that they were well asleep, he carefully stood up and walked around the bushes. He walked into their little camp and examined them for a moment. It was strange seeing Thalmor lay loose like that and drink all night. It almost looked like they were celebrating. But what? Farkas was determined to find out.

He carefully walked around the two snoring elves and made his way to the carriage. Before he grabbed the sheet, he looked at the elves one more time. One of them rolled over on their other side but stayed asleep. Farkas grabbed the sheet that was covering the carriage and slowly lifted it. His eyes widened once he saw what was underneath it. The carriage was filled with weapons, from staffs to shields. It was full.

But it wasn't just weapons that filled the carriage. To the side was a large chest and than another right beside it. Farkas furrowed his eyebrows down as he looked at them. He looked back at the elves and than slowly took the sheet completely off. He grabbed one of the chests and carefully placed it down on the ground. He tried to open it but it was locked. 'Dammit..' He sighed.

He didn't know how to lock pick and to break the lock would make too much noise. Farkas slightly looked up and his eyes went immediately to the key ring that was attached to one of the Thalmor's belt. Farkas let out another quiet sigh. He slowly crawled over to the Thamlor and grabbed the key ring. Once Farkas's fingers touched it the Thalmor winced but stayed asleep.

Killing them would be easier but Farkas needed to know more about them and where they were taking all of these weapons. Farkas sneaked back to the chest and unlocked it. He opened the chest and immediately fell back covering his nose. What was inside was a horror and smelt like death. Death is exactly what it was, inside there were human hearts and by the smell. They had been in there for a few days.

Farkas couldn't take his eyes away from the bloody chest. 'What the hell..' He quickly stood up and backed away from it. He didn't even want to know what was in the other one. He couldn't count all of them exactly but by how full it was..A lot of people were killed. Farkas slowly lowered his hand as he felt his heart ache and stomach burn with a raging fire.

These Thalmor are involved in something, he didn't know what. But whatever it was it got Seradia killed and now gods only knows how many more people have died. Too many have died already and that was enough for Farkas. He slowly looked over at the sleeping Thalmor and glared at them. Now he didn't care preserving them for information, they didn't deserve to live. Farkas grabbed his great sword and marched right over to them. He wasn't going to show any mercy.

Farkas did it quick before either of them even knew what was happening. Farkas laid his sword down on the ground and searched the bodies, most of the junk he found was a few coins and cloths. But luckily hidden in one of their pockets was a letter. Farkas stood up and opened the letter.

'You're order's are to take the weapons and supplies for the cultist's South of Haknir's Shoal, we've taken care of the ones that lived in that camp. Do not take too long, you have a week to get here. The cultist's are impatient. As am I.'-E

Farkas furrowed his eyebrows as he read the letter. 'E?' He frowned as he slowly looked over at the chest. 'That must be the so called..Supplies..' He sneered at the dead elves. He stuffed the letter in his pocket and picked his sword back up and placed it into its sheath. Farkas had no idea where Haknir's Shoal was, he barely knew where he was at the moment.

He stood there trying to decide if he should return to his brother on the mountain or make his way back to Raven Rock, the little town they first arrived in. 'Vilkas is probably wondering where I am..' He clenched his jaw as he looked down at the ground. Farkas needed directions and was tired of doing nothing. He took what food the elves had and than walked away from their camp making his way to Raven Rock.