Ever since the Emperor had bestowed upon her the responsibility of finding his son Martin, Rina knew she was part of a larger plan. She didn't know what it was, and she still didn't know for sure, but something told her that failure would be catastrophic. She had no faith in the Divines to comfort her in times of need- she had been through too much, seen too much in her life for that to be possible. Religion held no meaning for her, but she could see the connections between all of the events that were going on.

It was at Kvatch that she came across the first Oblivion gate. It was taller than the city walls themselves, and Daedra came through in waves. Defeating them with the help of the guard was easy, and she learned from them that Brother Martin was in the chapel- or at least, had been. She rushed through the mighty gates, cut through more Daedra, and finally came to the chapel itself. Breathless, she ran inside. Two more guards told her a more detailed account of what had happened. She didn't have time for it, hurriedly asking where Martin was. Somewhat confused, they pointed to where he was standing by the Altar of the Nine across the sanctuary. Standing there, Rina at once realized how exhausted she had become. Nevertheless, she approached Martin, somewhat nervous. How would he take the news she was about to tell him?

"Hello," she began. He turned around. Rina stopped. She had never seen a more handsome man. He has his father's nose.

"Hello," he replied, regarding her with slight suspicion. He clearly was, and understandably so, on the edge.

"Brother Martin? You must come with me at once to Weynon Priory," she rushed. Why did you do that? she asked herself. Explain yourself, before he refuses. And no wonder he's suspicious, after what he's just been through! Be gentle on him- no surprises.

"I don't- Who are you?" he answered at length.

"My name is Rina. I was sent by Jauffre, the Blades grandmaster, to find you. We have to get the amulet, and we need to get you to the Imperial City! We don't have any time to lose," she explained in one breath. So much for being gentle and controlled.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about," he replied, thinking carefully about his next words. "Ah... You see, I just can't come. The situation here was, and still is, desperate. All night I prayed and prayed to the gods, but no help came- only more Daedra. My faith in the gods is shattered. I want no part in their plans," he said icily.

Rina didn't exactly know how to react. She was somewhat ruffled at the way he was talking to her; besides, comforting those who had just been in traumatic situations was not her strong suit. Usually, she was the one causing them.

"Er... I also came here to tell you something. Perhaps you'll reconsider what I've said."

"What?" he asked more softly, seeming to realize he had been rude.

"You see, Uriel Septim, the Emperor who was just assassinated, was your father."

"What?" he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, you must be mistaken. My father was a farmer. I was sent to the priory when he died, when I was very young."

Rina told Martin his father's last words, and what Jauffre had told her.

"... and that's why you must come with me to Weynon Priory, so you can take the Amulet of Kings and relight the Dragonfires. It's the only known way to stop Dagon from staging a full-scale invasion."

"I-I really don't know what to say," he replied, stunned, with eyes growing wide. "I'm sorry, but I won't come with you until the danger here is over and the Daedra are gone. It's not that I don't believe you, but everyone here has already been through so much, and I can't abandon them to their fate to get myself to safety," he explained. Rina knew she had to close that Gate and deal with the Daedra before he would leave.

With that, Rina excused herself and exited the church. She had no idea how to close the Oblivion gate, and a fresh crop of Daedra awaited her when she left the building. Taking a moment to heal herself, she went through the portal.

Rina was helped by the soldiers outside, and that sector of the city was finally cleared. The whole time, she was distracted, replaying their conversation over in her mind. Alright, really make the next conversation count. Maybe then he'll really believe you. That one back there went rather badly... When she went back in the chapel, Martin agreed to follow her.

The journey to Weynon Priory was not terribly long, but Rina was so exhausted that she nearly fell asleep on her horse. She was looking forward to having a chance to sleep in a real bed, eat some good hot food, and maybe even have a chance to talk to Martin. He intrigued her.

Soon, they arrived. Nothing could have prepared them for what they found at Weynon Priory. One of the monks lay on the ground staring blankly up at the sky, his throat slit. Tables were overturned inside the priory house. Food littered the floor, staining the walls, and suddenly an elf was running towards them…