"What the hell was that?" Roggar rubbed the sweat on his forehead and put his hand on his long reddish-brown hair.

"His coat had the symbol of Oblivion on it. If they have magic that is powerful enough, that note could take you to that realm."

"We don't really know that this note is a source of magic unless we open it."

"It might not take you there instantly. You just might be haunted during the remaining time of your life."

"What do you mean 'haunted?'"

"Like in your dreams…well in this case, nightmares."

"So if I saw Molag Bal in my dreams would it be real, or is it just a vision?"

"Sadly, it would be real."

"This note might have something important written on it, though. We'll have to get someone to read it for us. What if it's something about the snow demons? You can definitely relate demons to Oblivion."

"I know a Daedric worshipper who wouldn't be afraid to open it."

"Where?"

"Right here in Solitude. He's responsible for three murders here, but no one has found out yet."

"Why haven't you turned him in?"

"Two reasons. One: He was one of my childhood friends. Two: If I turned him in, I'm sure he would conjure up some Dremora warrior to come after me."

"That makes sense. I haven't really heard much news about Skyrim these days. I don't live in any of the cities or villages. Ever since my mom and dad died during the civil war, my sister was all I had and she hated me. I don't blame her. We lived in Whiterun. I ran away when I was about fifteen. Ever since then, I've poached to survive. When I sleep sometimes I have to kill bandits just to get a bed, other days I get lucky and find a cave to sleep in. I don't always like to sleep in caves though, you know, with all the bears here. To be honest, I'm not even sure if my sister is still alive. Some day I'd like to go to Whiterun and see if she's still there."

"Why did she hate you?"

"I spent almost no time with her. We weren't a very wealthy family. I was always working somewhere. Sometimes not even in Whiterun. I think now she would respect me for my decisions. She was very young back then. Now that she has matured, I'm sure she'd realize that I had to do that now."

"I'd hope so, friend."

Roggar smiled and then stretched. "Come on, let's go talk to that Daedra worshipper. What's this guy's name?"

"Mathron. He's a Breton too, so you know he's good with magic. It's kind of funny...How much his parents worshipped the Aedra. I really can't believe he worships the Daedra." Mavos rubbed his head, a few strands of his dark brown hair fell out.

Roggar laughed. "Getting old, my friend?"

Mavos rolled his eyes. "Come on. We should talk to Mathron before night comes. We still have to recruit for our mission on Atmora."

"Right."

Roggar and Mavos strided along the street and approached a large, black house. There was no door to enter from.

"Where's the door?" Asked Roggar.

"He makes you perform a ritual to get inside his house. Nothing Daedric, just sort of like a code. Repeat after me. Once I say it, I will disappear, so don't be alarmed."

Roggar nodded. Mavos began the ritual, "Keizaal Kah!"

"Keizaal Kah!" Roggar repeated.

They were in a small room and inside it were many bookshelves and weapon racks. A tall man was wearing a robe with a hood covering his hair. There was also a mask covering his face. "Mavos, my old friend! What do you need and who have you brought with me?"

"This is my friend Roggar. I met him on my way to Atmora. Anyways, he was given a letter with a Daedric symbol on it. He doesn't want to read it because he was afraid it would haunt him."

"Mm...yes I can open this, but you might want to turn around. Don't look at the note because it may effect you."

Roggar and Mavos turned around.

Mathron looked closely at the note. It had on it a language in which he couldn't understand.

"You can turn around now. The letter is harmless, but I can't understand the language. Maybe you can?"

Roggar examined the letter. "It looks like it might be Akaviri. I bet it's the damn snow demons! They're probably on to us! Mathron, how do we leave this place?"

"Same way you got in."

Mavos and Roggar repeated the code. When they got out, guards circled around them, with their spears pointed at them.

"You've been speaking with that Daedric worshipper?" The guard asked, pushing his spear closer towards them.