I sipped my sujamma from an empty corner of the bar, apparently already forgiving alcohol for its merciless thrashing of my brain earlier that night. The owner of Sareth's was a Hist tree and the namesake of the bar was the scrawny argonian that was never too far away from the loving embrace of the tree. There were rumours of course that once an anonymous patron offered a lot of drakes for private time alone with one of the tree roots. Word is he got his money's worth.
I quickly shook the thought out of my head. Fetching Sujamma I thought as I took another sip. I looked through the documents my benefactor had given me through an invisible thread in the Digital. There were three images within. One was of my darling Vela. The other was of her father. An intense regret welled up in my stomach, which I quelled with a long pull of sujamma. The last picture was of Vela's brother, Rom. Rom looked exactly as I remembered him, short black hair and a dark complexion and sharp features that he shared with his sister. I felt something small and hard press against the left side of my head. Rom was here and he found me before I found him.
I figured I had about one minute of him going on about revenge before he could activate that ring and send my head flying in a million different directions at once. Perhaps I co