The preacher overheard Ormoneric and raised his arms yet again. "Ah, we have an enlightened one among us! I hope you can all reach the heights that this man has achieved!" 

Quarivier rolled his eyes. "I think that just might be our clue to get moving. Here, let's review our orders." Quarivier took out a small parchment of paper and passed it around the group. "I was technically supposed to burn this, but I'm a sentimental person."

[i]Dragon's Eye,

You are to enter Falkreath discreetly, and not as a group. The men and beasts among you should be able to walk the streets with ease, gathering information and spying on the elite of Falkreath. Your job is to learn about the Alessian Empire, its command structure, the leaders, its plans, and the actions of General Sidonis. To the Elves among you, your job will be more difficult. You will enter disguised into the city and attempt to learn about the ongoing mass murder of the Elves. As an Elf, you will be able to find other Elves who are hiding from Alessian control with greater ease. You will be able to get closer to the sites of the murders. We do not know exactly how the Elves are being killed, so your insight is vital to efforts to save them in the future. Being hooded and completely covered, you will draw suspicion, so stick to the shadows. Do not draw attention to yourself.

Do not worry about leaving Falkreath. We will lay siege to the city tomorrow morning and show these upstarts true Legion grit. If you are needed, a contact will deliver further orders to help in the siege efforts. Unless so contacted, lay low until you see Imperial banners raised above the city, and report to me for your next assignment.

Of course, if by some miracle General Sidonis is in the city, eliminate him at all cost.

-- Audinia Vantus, Acting Captain of the Imperial Legion[/i]

"I suppose I'll start, then. See you on the other side." Quarivier drew his cloak around him and walked off the road, disappearing into Falkreath's forest. He crept through the woods until he reached Falkreath's wall. It was impressive, but nothing like the walls of Solitude or Windhelm. It could be bypassed, Quarivier climbed the nearest try and was easily able to hop onto the wall's walkway. The elf dropped onto a roof, and then onto the ground, inside Falkreath. Quarivier had spent so much time cooped up in Alinor without any work, he knew how to make an entire city his playground. From there, he tightened his hood and pulled his gloves on tight over his golden hands. He passed as a lanky Nord well enough. The Thalmor agent walked casually out from behind the building to get his first good look at the Alessian controlled Falkreath.

The streets were busy. A large sign in the town square read "Recruitment Center" and dozens of men and women were crowding around the small booth. Flags bearing a red diamond - Quarivier recognized it from the history books as the Amulet of Kings - hung around the city. It had apparently replaced the Imperial dragon as the symbol to this new Empire. The guards, who were stationed practically everywhere, bore the diamond on their shields. Standing farther away, alone, Quarivier marked as Falkreath's guard captain. He was a Nord, tall and broad shouldered, with a white beard and scars marring his face. For one of the humans, he could make a good target for information.

Quarivier saw no trace of the Elven genocide. No Elves walked the street, but there were no bodies lying about like Quarivier expected. No barbaric Nords eating corpses in the street either. The Thalmor did see Jarl Dengeir by the recruitment booth. He also bore the diamond on his clothes. He was shaking hands with everyone who signed up with the Alessian Empire. He looked quite pleased with himself.

The Jarl's longhouse was sure to hold some information. Other targets were the temples, the jail, or the inn. Quarivier began exploring the alleyways of the city, looking for any evidence of the deaths of the Elves.