"Sweet Mother, Sweet Mother... Why must your child take so long to arrive...?"

In a candle lit room in the depths of a forgotten Nordic castle, the tall Altmer paced slowly and methodically, waiting. It'd been two days since the Black Sacrement had been performed in this very room. But, it was stormy and horrible outside. Many of the Thalmor guarding the walls had instead opted to find shelter, build fires and take the odd watch before recovering. The far North of Skyrim was inhospitable tonight. Loren began to wonder if the 'child' would even reach him, but then, they were bound to. It wasn't a matter of if, but when.

Loren gazed around his office, noting the arrangements. Book shelves full to the brim with knowledge, his desk where he'd constantly deal with affairs concerning justice and enforcement. Letters from Jarls, from guards, from the Dominion... He had tabs on everything worth knowing, except the whereabouts of certain rebel elements. And that was why the Brotherhood had been called upon.

----------

Aria nodded as she ate. She and Yuki were visibly slowing down, having had their fill of the feast.

"Its in the Rift so, yeah. And the place is abandoned to my knowledge. If anyone moved in, I kinda need to throw them out. Or kill 'em if they don't comply! Its basically a shrine to a great man."

Yuki began to yawn as Aria spoke, apparently missing the talk of killing people. She was beat, and after a meal like that it'd be easy to doze off.