A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me this long to get this chapter out. It just didn't want to get written and my time to write was almost non-existent so a while. I promise I will get the coming chapters out more quickly. It may still be a little while since they are not written yet and being this close to the end I will want them to be awesome, but I promise it won't be another four months. (I was shocked when I noticed that.) Again. So sorry. Anyway, on to the reading. Hope you enjoy it.
- E. K.
Sionis woke abruptly having the feeling that someone was watching him. He looked around the room that was bathed in a soft glow from a single lamp that had been lit and discovered that his feeling had been well founded. Sable was seated next to his bed and was looking down upon him with a smile on her face that he'd never seen. It was not her angry, "I'm about to kill you" smile, nor was her mischievous, "I know something you don't smile." This one showed a sincere warmth in it and it grew when she noticed he was awake and it was frightening.
"Sable? Sable, what are you doing?"
In response, the assassin tenderly placed both hands on the sides of his face and continued to gaze at him for a moment. It was then that he noticed the bags under eyes. She probably hadn't got much sleep that last night. Then her grip became tight and locked his head in her hands. The mage tensed and his eyes went wide. This was it. He had pushed her and now she was going to kill him. She would squeeze his head until his face popped. For a split second, he wondered if that was really possible.
But it never happened. Instead, she knelt down to him and kissed him gently on his forehead. It lasted for a long moment. Then she kissed him – all too briefly – on the lips before letting him go and standing. She was wearing the plain blue dress again as she always wore in town, though now he could see the tell-tale signs of her Dark Brotherhood leathers underneath it.
"Thank you Sionis." She said simply and quietly before she turned and left the room.
The mage sat there in confusion for a moment before finally sliding out of bed and getting dressed. Several times a long sigh escaped his lips as he wondered about the repercussions of their conversation last night. He kept going over in his head scenarios of what would happen. He knew it was silly to do so, but he couldn't help it. There was going to be some aftermath; he just didn't know what it would be and with Sable, you couldn't ever really be sure about what she would do.
With yet another sigh from yet another scenario ending in his death flying through his head, Sionis cinched down the last knot on his robes and left the room to seek out his companion.
He found her sitting at a table just about to finish off her plate of eggs and sausage. There was a plate full of the same on the table at a chair next to her. As he sat down, she took her last bite and rose.
"I'm going to get some supplies from the alchemist here before we leave." She announced. "Go ahead and eat up. I'll be back soon."
And with that, she was gone.
The White Phial was quite the alchemy shop. Its owner, an Altmer calling himself Nurelion, was surly enough to cause Sable to finger the hilt of her dagger hiding underneath her dress, but knew his craft well and had nearly every type of concoction one could imagine. She stayed her hand though as the high elf's apprentice never left him alone, constantly badgering him about his health. For his part, Nurelion constantly kept him scurrying off after some ingredient or another in an attempt to have a moment's peace from the excessive doting of the younger Imperial. She also figured from his frequent fits of coughing that it was only a matter of time before the world no longer had to put up with the ill-tempered alchemist. So she reigned herself in and focused on his wares.
A short while later, Sable parted with every septim she had left and carried a small bag full of healing potions out of the shop. She kept her head down and hurried her way back to the Candlehearth Inn grumbling to herself about the Altmer proprietor of The White Phial. The high elf had absolutely and vehemently refused to even consider thinking about changing the prices of his potions. While she had never been successful at haggling, it still made her think about her dagger as a solution to dealing with the man.
The assassin swept into Candlehearth and cast her gaze, momentarily, over the downstairs dining area. Not seeing Sionis, she headed straight for their room. She found him there reading over Naga's journal. He looked up as she entered.
"All ready to go?" He asked.
"Soon." She replied setting the bag of potions on her bed.
"What's all that?" The mage asked.
"Healing potions," Sable answered. "I figured if we were going to kill a god, they might come in handy."
"I see," Sionis replied. "Did you buy out the entire stock of the alchemy shop?"
"Actually no," Sable returned with a half snarl. "The old codger running the place refused to bargain. However," she added her voice returning to normal, "I did spend my very last septim buying all that I could, so you're funding the rest of this venture with whatever you have leftover."
"Seeing how we have only two days left, I think I can manage that." He returned, then paused a moment before changing the subject of conversation. "Sable, I want to talk about last night."
She rounded on him, facing him and settling a stony gaze on him. "No." She answered with finality.
The mage opened his mouth to object, but she cut him off before he could actually speak.
"No, Sionis." She said. "I'm not talking about it right now. I'm not sure I slept at all last night because I realized that you were right about a lot of what you said. I still need time to work that out for myself. So, no more for now."
Sionis fought through several thoughts and emotions trying to figure out what to say before finally settling on "Fair enough."
Sable's face softened and she gave him a small nod as if to thank him. "Let's get packed up and headed toward Kynesgrove. Hopefully whatever is there can point us to where Boethiah's shrine is and hopefully it's not more than a half a day's travel from there."
"I'm waiting on you actually." Sionis said and a smirk appeared on his face when she looked up at him to see him with is pack slung over his shoulder ready to walk out of the door.
With a sigh, she returned to shoving everything in her pack.
"While you're doing that, may I tell you about the enchantments on your daggers?" The mage asked. "I was going to last night, but that barmaid kept interrupting."
"Ooh, yes!" Sable exclaimed, her voice almost like a child about to get a present before it changed to one of near panic. "You still have them, right?"
Sionis chuckled.
"Yes, I have them here," he said pulling them from one of the many pockets in his robe. "This one," he handed one over to her, "steals the life from whoever is cut or stabbed with it. It steals the victim's life and confers it to you. That drain is continuous for as long as the blade is held in your adversary."
Sable's eyes opened wide with awe as she took the blade from him.
"I didn't even know such a thing was possible," she breathed.
"This one," the mage continued, "is enchanted with paralysis. When struck, it will render the victim paralyzed for a short time."
"Really!?" The assassin exclaimed with glee.
"When I say it will paralyze the person, I mean it, Sable." Sionis warned. "The paralysis is complete. They will not be able to draw breath; their blood will stop flowing through them. The enchantments on these daggers are very powerful and very dangerous."
"They're wonderful," Sable whispered, her voice full of reverence as she packed them carefully in her pack.
Sionis sighed, but found he couldn't help smiling at seeing her so happy and awestruck all at once.
As Sable finished up, the gorgeous dress that Sionis had bought her was packed last and with great care so as to ensure it wouldn't be damaged. When she finished, Sable grabbed up both packs and left the inn with Sionis.
There wasn't much to Kynesgrove; just a large, two-story – three stories if you counted the basement that was partially above ground – building that seemed to serve as an inn. At first, Sable didn't see how the tavern – as large as it was – could hold the sheer number of people that were bustling around the place. With just the one building, she wasn't sure she could call it a town anymore.
"This is it? This is Kynesgrove?" Sable asked her companion. "There's nothing here."
Sionis chuckled. "Kynesgrove is a mining community. The inn is only here for passing visitors. Most the people you see here probably live in Windhelm and come here to excavate malachite from the nearby mine."
"Interesting." She muttered in response before looking his way and adding in a clear tone, "And this is where those Thalmor mages were sent and disappeared?"
"Correct." The mage answered. "They were sent here to investigate the dragons coming back."
"What does this place have to do with dragons?" She asked skeptically.
"No idea." Sionis replied. "I've stayed at the inn once, but that's it. Never looked around the area further."
"Excuse me," Sable caught the attention of a woman making her way from the inn to the massive garden enclosed in a fence on her left. "What does this place have to do with dragons?"
"Ah," she sighed with a smile, "you must be interested in the site then."
"The site?" The assassin questioned.
"Yes, the dragon burial mound up above Kynesgrove." The woman elaborated. "It's attracted a number of people wishing to see it ever since the dragon buried there came back to life."
"The dragon," Sable began a bit disbelieving, "the dead dragon came back to life?"
"Aye, it did." The apparent gardener replied enthusiastically. "It proved to be quite the morning for the dull life of Kynesgrove."
"I would think so." The curvy assassin stammered, secretly beginning to question the sanity of her informant.
"If it hadn't been for the Dragonborn being here, the town would have been destroyed. But he put the beast back down. The skeleton of the thing is still up there to this day. Haven't quite figured out what to do with it yet." The woman finished with a short chuckle thinking the whole thing quite amusing. "And ever since, all kinds of people of have come here to see it. The inn's been busier ever since. You'd think Iddra would be happier."
"Lots of people visiting?" Sionis jumped into the conversation. "Any Thalmor come to see it?"
The woman's face instantly darkened. It was clear that Altmer mages had been here and that it hadn't been pleasant. "Aye, there were some that came here," she spat. "And good riddance after the trouble they caused."
"What happened?" The mage questioned.
"Not that anyone was happy to have them here, but all of the sudden, one of them went crazy and murdered his companions before running off in the middle of the night." The woman explained clearly still disturbed by the incident. "Didn't discover it until the next morning when I found the bodies in the room. Iddra still won't rent the room to anyone. Says it's cursed."
"Do you mind if we go up and see the dragon?" Sionis asked wanting to change the conversation before her mood soured to a point that she became suspicious and drove them off.
"Of course." She answered brightening back up a bit. "It's just above The Braidwood," she pointed to the inn behind her, "just follow the path."
"Thank you." Sable offered. "We won't keep you further."
"Oh, it wasn't a bother." She replied before resuming her trip to the inn's garden.
Sable and Sionis turned to each other.
"That was interesting." She said with a hint of incredulity.
"Very." The mage agreed. "Shall we head up to the dragon and see if we can find anything?"
"Honestly, I'm more interested in that room in the inn, there." Sable replied.
"As am I, but being this close and with so little time we should check everything," Sionis pressed. "We can't afford to miss anything."
"I suppose not," the assassin sighed. "Let's go."
The dragon burial mound and its accompanying skeleton, while impressive, had not yielded anything useful. Truly the beast had been huge and it was quite a sight to behold, but there had been nothing to find except a few blackened rocks.
Sionis held the door to the Braidwood Inn open for Sable as she stepped through. They had to resist the urge to run back down the mountainside to the inn for both were now anxious to see this "cursed" room that had housed the mage they were posthumously tracking in order to find the whereabouts of a shrine to Boethiah large enough to summon her.
She stood at one end of a large rectangle ringed by wooden columns supporting the upper floor. The space between the columns and the walls were filled with tables and chairs as there was a massive fire pit – in the same rectangular shape – providing warmth for the entire large building in the middle of the main hall. Sable turned to her left and walked by it and beyond to the bar where a dark-haired Nord woman had been watching them approach.
"Good day," she offered the pair. "Welcome to the Braidwood Inn. I'm Iddra. Let me know if you need anything."
"Good day," Sable repeated back to the innkeeper, "We'd like to rent a room for the night please."
"I have several available," the brunette perked up. "Just ten septims."
Sable then looked around her and noticed that there were rooms to either side of her. On the left, open doors showed two single person rooms, each with one bed and the standard assortment of furnishings. A single closed door was the only thing to be seen to her right.
"Is that room available?" She asked the innkeeper.
Iddra's countenance immediately darkened. "I'm sorry," she replied with shaky politeness, trying to recover from the momentarily scowl that had crossed her face, "but that room is unavailable."
"Why?" The assassin asked innocently despite knowing full well the reason.
"The room's cursed." The innkeeper said bluntly and warningly. "I can't rent that room to anyone."
"How is it cursed?" Sable pressed still sounding sweetly innocent.
"A while back, some Thalmor mages rented it out. While they were here, one of 'em must have went crazy because he killed both of his companions and ran off up the mountainside." She paused briefly, "Well, I assume he killed both though we only ever found the one body. And that's only the last time. The room must be cursed."
Sable was about to respond when Sionis came forward and cut in before she could do so.
"Cursed?" he scoffed. "We don't believe is such silliness as that. I bet your just spreading the story so you can drive up the price of the room." He paused, tilting his head a bit and rolling his eyes upward as if thinking about what he had just said. Meanwhile Sable just stared at him in shock while the scowl had returned to Iddra's face. "Yeah," he finally said a moment later, "it worked. I'll pay you double to stay in the haunted room." He screwed up his voice as he said 'haunted' to add yet more mockery to his statement.
The innkeeper's eyes narrowed to slits as she stared daggers at him. "I won't rent it for thrice the amount." She spat at him. "Not for any amount. Now, please leave."
Sionis held his hands up, palms turned outward. "Whoa, I apologize," the mage said plaintively, "I came to see the famous dragon mound up above, and honestly I was not impressed, so I guess that was some of the disappointment coming through." He paused for just a moment. "My friend and I are just interested in seeing all the most interesting things we can while we were passing through and I would love the chance to stay in a 'cursed' room and see what it would be like. Would you be willing to rent to us for 100 septims?"
Iddra's eyes went wide for a moment. "You must be crazy or something." She breathed.
The tall blonde man's reply was to plop a large bag filled with gold pieces on her counter. "Do you think this amount could cover a meal or two as well?"
An hour later, Sable and Sionis had settled into the "cursed" room. By all appearance, it had been completely cleaned and then left to sit for the rest of time. They washing of the room had been thorough as they had not found any blood. Even all the furniture was in its place. If they hadn't known about the room's history, they probably would've decided it was just like any other in which they had stayed. Knowing what they did about it and half expecting it to be covered in dried blood and completely disheveled, actually served to add a heavy layer of surrealism to the atmosphere. The quiet thrummed in their ears and they both felt an uncomfortable tingling sensation.
"Almost feel like I'm being watched," the mage muttered to himself.
"Agreed," Sable returned.
Sionis hadn't meant to engage his companion, but the break in the silence felt uplifting and liberating and he suddenly hoped the conversation would continue. Unfortunately, the overbearing quiet crushed any would be dialogue and they returned to the silent throbbing.
For Sable's part, she was surprised to find how disturbed she was by the room. It did indeed feel like she was being watched, but for her there was something else about the place she couldn't articulate. Despite having been in some rather distressing places – including a dwemer ruin – her mind kept anxiously gnawing at the thought of ransacking the place to find whatever clues were there and then leaving as soon as she could. Perhaps the place really was cursed.
She straightened at that last thought. What was wrong with her? Was there really any such thing as curses or haunted places? She knew about the Divines and the Daedra. She also knew about Sithis and the Night Mother (though she'd been told that the Night Mother had been lost) that watched over and directed the Dark Brotherhood, but she had never had any encounter with any of them. And then, for the first time, she wondered if anything would happen if they managed to find Boethiah's shrine and summoned her.
Her thoughts were broken by a long drawn out sigh from Sionis. He was looking down at the room's only bed. It was a large double bed, but it was the one and only bed nonetheless.
"We should look around the room." She said to break his thoughts away from their sleeping arrangements that were perplexing him. "Hopefully there is some clue still here about how to find and then summon our target."
He turned his gaze upon her and let it linger a moment before answering. "Yes." He nodded. "I'll look through the chest here at the bed. You want to take the end table over there?"
The assassin gave him a polite nod and turned to go to her task, but before she got anywhere, she was interrupted.
"Never mind," Sionis sighed. "The chest is locked. I'll take the end table and you can have the chest."
She again nodded and as they passed each other to go their separate tasks. Sable knelt before the chest and just stared at the lock. The conversation from the previous night swirled back into her head. Was she allowing fear to make decisions for her? She had already thought this question through and answered it a dozen times since their talk, but it kept seeping back in. She was truly afraid of sharing herself with Sionis. Surely some part of her would be lost. Wouldn't he then have at least some stake in what she did? And then a truly terrifying thought entered her mind. Had he said everything he did in a bid to control her? Was it a grand deception to get her do what he wanted of her?
"Well," the mage called out breaking her thoughts, "everything over here is pretty much empty. Did you get that chest open yet?"
Sable's gaze refocused to the wrench and lockpick still resting in her – now – trembling hands. She blew a sigh and insert them into the chest and a moment later the lock clicked and opened.
"Yes." She replied half to herself, "it was tough to sort out."
There was silence as he came over to join her.
"Ready?" She asked holding the lid barely ajar. Again she wondered if she was speaking to her companion or to herself.
"Let's take a look." He affirmed.
With that she lifted the lid. Inside was quite the assortment of items. They found an enchanted staff that Sionis pronounced inert after a short examination. There was a glass dagger and quite a few loose septims – all of these, Sable snatched up and pocketed gleefully. They also came across a full set of Thalmor wizard robes and it was upon their lifting it out of the chest that they found the real prize. Two leather bound books tumbled out of the robes as they lifted them out.
Sionis picked up the one nearest him and found it damaged by fire. The one Sable grabbed seemed in pristine condition. She opened the cover and read the title.
"The Pillow Book." She stated quietly and then a moment later added. "That's odd. All the pages are blank." She looked to Sionis before shrugging and tossing the book up to the bed.
Gingerly, Sionis opened the burned book and then a smile came across his face.
"It appears that Naga had quite the journaling habit." He announced. "I'll get to reading this now and see what I can find out."
"I'll see about getting us a meal." The assassin replied pensively before rising and leaving the room.
Some time later, Sable re-entered the room carrying a bowl of the inn's "world famous apple cabbage stew" – as Iddra had proudly put it. The assassin set the bowl down on the table nearby the bed. Sionis looked up from the journal as she came in and gave her a small smile.
"It's very good." She simply stated as she set the bowl down. "Find anything interesting?" She face pointed toward the fragile journal in her companion's hands.
"Oh, lots." The mage replied enthusiastically. "This Naga, fellow was quite fascinating. Nothing really useful to us, however. Still fascinating nonetheless."
She simply nodded in reply.
"Still have a number of pages to go though." Sionis offered with a hopeful tone of voice. He turned a page and a small blackened piece crumbled to soot. "If they stay intact, that is."
It was then, that Sable noticed there was nothing else on the bed.
"What happened to the other book?" She asked.
"What other book?"
"The Pillow Book."
"The what book?"
Sable straightened as if smacked in the face. "The Pillow Book." She reiterated. "It was the other book that came out of the chest. Didn't you see it? I mentioned all the pages were blank."
Sionis just started at her with a confused and rather worried look on his face. It was as if she had just told him that she thought frostbite spiders were nice to cuddle with.
"You didn't see it?"
The mage just shook his head slowly.
"You didn't hear me say anything about it?"
Again, he shook his head.
The white-haired assassin blew out a long sigh, completely flummoxed.
"Perhaps you should get some rest." Sionis suggested.
"I'm not crazy." Sable asserted.
"I'm not saying you are," The mage held his hands up plaintively. "Though you are tired."
"I'm not that tired." She snarled at him and for a moment he just sat there looking at her.
"Do you need to talk?" He offered. "About last …"
"No." She fiercely interrupted before taking a moment to gather herself back in. "Well, yes. I mean … I need to talk about it at some point, but I'm not ready to yet."
"Fair enough." He said understandingly.
"Perhaps I will lie down and try to get some sleep. "
"Do you want me to move?"
"No, it's okay. There's plenty of room."
Sable walked around the bed and laid down, not even bothering to change into something more comfortable for sleeping. Her eyes were just starting to flutter when she heard Sionis gasp.
"By the Divines," he muttered.
Sable rolled over and propped herself. "What is it?" she asked.
"What was the name of that book you mentioned?"
"The Pillow Book."
"Naga mentioned it in his journal." Sionis explained.
"He did?"
"Well the charring is really bad on these last few pages," the mage explained, "so in some places I'm only getting a few words, but right here he mention a special book he used to commune with Boethiah. Look, there is a burn right in the middle of the title of it, but The Pi … ow Book as to be The Pillow Book."
"So you believe me now?" She asked somewhat snidely.
"Indeed," Sionis affirmed. "I apologize I doubted, but where did it go?"
They spent a brief few moments in search of the book, but were unable to locate it. Eventually, they gave up the search and Sable laid down to sleep, while Sionis assured her that he was just going to read a bit more of the burnt journal before joining her for a night's rest.
"Are you seeking me, mortal?"
The voice was a rather matronly one, though it dripped with malice.
Sable found she couldn't reply. At least not audibly.
Who are you?
There was only amused laughter in reply.
"You show potential little one," the voice said. "I could use one like yourself as my champion."
What do you mean?
"There is only one thing holding you back." The assassin's vision filled with the image of Sionis sleeping on their shared bed in the Braidwood Inn, the journal open against his chest as he had once again read until he could no longer stay awake. "Kill him. Take his life and I will give you all the power you crave. I will make you a legend. All of Skyrim and beyond will fear you."
Who are you?
"I am known by many names and titles, but most commonly, you mortals refer to me as Boethiah."
Do you know why I am seeking you out?
"It doesn't matter." Boethiah replied confidently. "I can offer you all you've ever dreamed of. Can you say the same for him?"
He has helped me. I never would have made it this far without him.
"Helped? Ha! He has nearly got you killed several times. Riften, Cragslane Cavern, on the road to Whiterun. And now he is leading you on a fool's errand to kill me, a Daedric Prince."
She suddenly realized that everything Boethiah had said was true. Since having met him and not taking his life when she had the chance, she had nearly died herself all those times. And did she honestly think she could kill a god?
"And what else has he done for you?" The Prince of Plots pressed. "He makes you doubt yourself. In a moment of confusion, he attacked your ideals and attempted to destroy them. His words have made your sleep fitful and futile. He has taken your edge."
Again Sable realized the truth of Boethiah's words. He had wormed his way into her mind and her life. She had long felt her power over herself slipping where he was concerned. Even when they had separated, she had had trouble keeping him from her mind and focusing. It all lead up to what he had said to her in Windhelm the night before. It had completely undone her. He wasn't just holding her back, he was dragging her down – destroying her very person.
"Everything you've done for him," Boethiah continued, "and he has rewarded you with stagnation, confusion, and self-doubt. Bring him to me and give his blood to me. And I will make you into everything you wish to be."
All the thoughts and feelings that had so troubled her suddenly made sense. Boethiah was right. The mage had to go.
He shall be yours. How do I find you?
Sable's eyes shot open and she found she was panting. It was dark still – with just the faintest amount light peaking in around the edges of the door to their room. With the common area that well lit, it was probably still late evening or early morning. Her head hurt; it felt like it was lying on something hard rather than the soft pillow she had fallen asleep on. She sat up in the bed to find Sionis next to her. He was sleeping in the sitting position he had been in when she dozed off with the book lying open on his chest. He appeared just as he had in her. . . What had it been? A dream? A vision? Had she actually conversed with a Daedric Prince?
On impulse, she felt under her pillow and found something under it. A book. It was a simple leather bound volume with no distinguishing markings.
"The Pillow Book," she whispered into the darkness.
Sionis snorted in his sleep at the damage done to the quiet, but did not wake.
Immediately, Sable thought to grab one her daggers and end him. It would be so easy to cut his throat open and let him bleed out in his sleep. He wouldn't feel a thing.
But then she paused. Boethiah had told her to bring him to her. Boethiah had promised her all the power she wanted, but she would have to be patient. If it was morning, that meant it was the 1st of Sun's Dusk. She could wait one day.
The curvy, pale-eyed assassin slipped out of the bed and smoothed her dress before going to the door of the room. She opened it just wide enough to slip out and left the room with a new resolve.
Iddra looked up and greeted her as she approached.
"Good day." The innkeeper offered.
"It is morning, then?" Sable asked.
"Aye, it is," Iddra replied, "though it is early. The sun is just rising. Did you rest well?"
"I did." Sable answered. "Thank you. Do you think my companion and I might get another meal before we depart?"
Iddra huffed and then shrugged. "Why not?" She said. "If you're crazy enough to offer 100 septims to spend the night in that cursed room, then I don't see any reason why I shouldn't give you a meal for it."
As if on cue, the door to their room opened and Sionis came out trying to rub the stiffness out of his neck and shoulders.
"Is it morning?" He asked through a yawn as he approached.
Iddra rolled her eyes and smiled. "Aye, it is." She answered. "Go have a seat and I'll bring you some eggs and potatoes fried in horker fat."
A short while later, as the two were finishing their breakfast, Sionis looked up and spoke.
"I found some more interesting things in the journal."
"What did you find?"
"The journal mentioned what was needed in order to summon Boethiah to the mortal plane tomorrow." Sionis offered before checking his enthusiasm. "Well, kind of."
"What does 'kind of' mean?" Sable asked with a tone of genuine curiosity.
"The pages in that part of the journal are in pretty bad shape. I'm guessing from a few other clues that he was here when the dragon rose and may have even helped the Dragonborn put it back down." The mage answered. "Anyway," he continued when he saw the look on his companion's face begging him to return to the topic at hand, "I know we need a daedra's heart and it also had the word 'betrayal' though I don't know what that means as that spot was pretty charred."
"A daedra's heart!?" Sable couldn't help exclaiming a bit too loudly. Sionis glanced around and hushed her, patting his hands in the air. "Where are we going to find a daedra's heart?" She asked quietly, but missing none of her previous incredulity. "And what does 'betrayal' mean? Betrayal of what?"
The mage's face fell. "I don't know about either of those." He admitted. "But it's at least more than we had." He tried to put a hopeful tone to his voice. "And there is one more thing."
"Please don't tell me we need a frostbite spider's tail." Sable replied with a sigh.
Sionis' face screwed up in confusion. "Frostbite spiders don't have tails." He stated.
"Yes, I know." The assassin answered. "That was the point. Just never mind. What else did you find?"
"We are close." He said, a smile finding its way back on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"Boethiah's sacellum is close by." He clarified. "It can't be more than a couple hours away.
Sable smiled a grand smile. "I know exactly where it is." She stated proudly.
A/N: And now Boethiah is living rent free in Sable's mind as well. Does love really conquer all? Or will the promise of power win out? Stay tuned to find out.