[quote=Syndelius]“Given the present societal climate, it could very well occur in twenty years or so,”[/quote]

"How very odd..." Ormoneric muttered. "I could have sworn we were right on top of one..."

[quote=The Preacher]"Ah, we have an enlightened one among us! I hope you can all reach the heights that this man has achieved!" [/quote]

The old man's head turned inexorably to stare blindly straight into the priest's eyes.

"The depths he has risen to are greater than the heights you have been cast down and smote upon. Strange would it seem, to see what it is that he sees..."

From the priest's standpoint, he might have sworn that the mage's eyes shone with magicka as he felt the weightless grip of a spell clamp onto his being.

[url=http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/099/f/e/vaermina___daedric_prince_of_dreams_and_nightmares_by_binaryreflex-d7drg5z.jpg]"See what it is that I see."[/url] Ormoneric said with a complete deadpan. He then turned from the Preacher as quickly as he had originally cast his gaze at him as Quarivier began to speak.

[quote=Quarivier]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.[/quote]

The madman laughed. "So we are heading to Falkreath! It seems much of our company will not persist past herenow. The place is touched by Arkay, and all the divines, and all of the daedra, and all of the magne ge, and by all of us." He gave the group a sweeping gesture with one of his arms. "It is a place of ends, more than beginnings, and is home to one of the largest cemeteries and barrows in all of Tamriel. Thousands of rows of headstones, creeping with a dusken light that does not die. I shall speak with an old, poor man who came to my shack soon. I will attend to his needs as Arkay wills, but why are they gone? Where have I gone?"

The old man continued to mumble to himself as he turned and began to walk over the hill to approach Falkreath. One advantage he had over the others was, of course, his disarming presence. Apparently entirely unarmed, and the sight of silvery hair was not exactly uncommon in Skyrim - he at least, would not need a disguise. He made his way through the streets, crowded with young men and steely-eyed guards, without any issue. He stopped at a well, where several women were retrieving water.

He did not know quite know whenwhere he was. That was fine though. He needed to see the thenhere, to go to the soonthere. Rather than looking up at Magnus, he approached the lip of the well and looked straight down. If there was a faint show of magicka spilling from his eyes, it was easily missed for a trick of the refracted light in the well.

The old man looked up from the well, and saw with unseeing eyes a very strange sight. [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120727005142/elderscrolls/images/7/71/Runil1.jpg]An Altmer in Falkreath.[/url] There was something faded and transient about the Mer, as he walked, untouched and unnoticed by the surrounding crowd of Allessians. The blind man followed him, and the wraith led him exactly where he had been looking to go.

The graveyard...