Several Hours later...

The Thalmor agents entered the city of Whiterun, showing a piece of parchment to a guard. It simply stated they were looking for a nord named Dovah. The Guard pointed out Breezehome, and went back to his rounds. The agents went over to the house, ready to unlock the door with a spell only to find it already partly open. They slowly opened the door, and looked around. The house was empty! Completely empty! Dovah was gone, and so was his thane!

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Sky Haven Temple...

Dovah's group trekked across Skyrim as they approached the abandoned camp at the base of Karthspire, escorted by the Dark Brotherhood. They had pushed themselves to get this far in such a short time, as they were starting to feel the fatigue from their trip. Nonetheless, they proceeded through Karthspire and did not stop until they were safely in Sky Haven Temple, the sanctuary of the Blades.

"Okay..." Delphine said, breathing heavily as the main hall's doors closed behind them. "I think we're safe for the moment… Now would you kindly tell us what in the name of Akatosh is going on?!"

"Simple, really." Babette sat down in one of the chairs in the main hall. "As I said before, the Thalmor have their sights set on ruling Tamriel with an iron fist. Skyrim is where they intend to start influencing their might. In order to do that, they need to get the Stormcloak Rebellion under control, and get rid of any other obstacles in their way. Specifically: you, your "Blades," and the Dragonborn." She pointed to Delphine. "Dovah is a symbol of hope against the Thalmor in more ways than one. He has stood up to them before, and prevailed. He also has knowledge of the voice, and great control over it. If he falls, Skyrim will most likely fall with him."

"So that explains your sick little "Blood Alchemy" experiment you put some of us through!" Krog smirked. "You were afraid they would find some way to remove Dovah from the picture, so you decided to start making your little "Dragonborn" soldiers… But why would you need us for that? I understand the voice is powerful, but is it really enough to stop the Thalmor?"

"There's more to it than what I've told you so far, if you will let me finish." Babette said. "Recently, we've been spying on the Thalmor and have found they have taken to looking into the Nordic Tombs here in Skyrim, specifically ones dealing with dragons. They've found something that can turn the tides in their favor: A way to revive and control Aludiin the world eater. They already have everything they need except for one thing: The blood of Alduiin's killer." She turned to face Dovah.

"Dovah, you are more valuable then you know. The Thalmor will try every dirty little trick they know to tempt you out of hiding, so they can capture you and use your blood to revive Alduiin. I know it will be difficult for you to do but you must stay here. Out of sight, and out of their reach. Or the world really will be doomed. The Thalmor have no idea what they are getting into, and even if they did they would not care. If they can't rule this world, they will kill it instead."

Dovah eyed Babette with suspicion, unsure if he should believe her or not. "...I need some time to process this." He finally spoke. "I will be in the upper courtyard."