Ashav was the only one moving about the top ship deck. When Hagjorn climbed up, he saw the Redguard pacing anxiously with his glass great sword. They both tensed at the sight of the other, and after a quick second of mutual recognition. Lowered their guards. As Hagjorn got a better look around, he found an Ashlander woman dead on the deck, a blade stabbed through her neck.

"Is that it?" Hagjorn asked, pointing to the body. "Was she invisible?"

"Not it." Ashav shook his head. "This idiot jumped at me as soon as you climbed in back, but ended up tripping on her dagger."

"Damn..." Hagjorn let his voice trailed off. He moved to the side so Valen could see what he saw earlier. Glancing nervously around, he noticed a rope connected from a sail mast to a post on the beach. It seemed inconspicuous at first, but upon closer examination, it looked something like a zipline. 

"Were you looking out this line?" The sailor tugged on the rope; it could support a man's weight with zero issue.

"What?" Ashav puzzled. Then it dawned to him. "No, I was blocking the ramp. They could've went off there, but I didn't hear anything."

"I say a muffling spell after the cloak." Hagjorn guessed. "Tira from my old crew pulled something like this to dodge pirates. This sneak could be very well on their way to the ruin, either to warn their mates inside or shank your buddy Niernen in the back." He directed the last part to Valen, making sure he's aware of the situation as well.

"We aren't reach Edith with this." Ashav fumbled with the communication crystal, which did not glow no matter how he toyed with it. "Don't suppose any of you know magic." The Redguard sighed. "Alright, I'll stay on watch here and you two give chase." He scratched his bandana covered head. "You did clear up everything downstairs, correct?"

"As far as I can tell." Hagjorn shrugged. "Unless Valen saw anything out of the ordinary." 

There were a few seconds for Valen to explain his findings, or not. It wasn't long for Hagjorn to notice several rocks falling from the boulders leading up to the Dwemer spire. That was enough evidence for him and Valen to take off again. He told the Dunmer to ready his bow this time, in case they were running into a trap and his falchion fell out of effective range. However, there was no trap. They scaled up the sharply angled rocky faces with haste, then jogged along the makeshift trail up to the lift.

"Figure it wouldn't do one landlubber any good down under." Hagjorn chatted as he waited on Valen. Unlike the healthy Nord sailor, Valen's beaten and battered form didn't do him athletic favors. "Ashav said he sent about ten down there, and now there's Niernen and that journalist." He counted. "Are you two related? Is Niernen your sister or something?" Hagjorn glanced over his shoulder to Valen. "A lot of you dark elves kind of look the same."

Again, there was just enough time for Valen's response before they had to stop. The elevator shaft came into view for the duo. No such elevator was on the surface, and in its place was a deep hole going underground. However, the sound of steam and gears could be heard. Accompanying those sounds was the visual of a Dunmer emerging from stealth, who desperately worked a panel of buttons and a brass lever, presumably calling up his ride down. This Ashlander (by the looks of him), didn't notice Hagjorn and Valen for a good dozen seconds, and when he did, he went immediately for his weapon.

"Found him." Hagjorn grinned to Valen. "Now you have a clear shot; don't miss."