"He does not want a price for the sake of it. Our souls are powerful but we are not numerous. Not even with the extra lycans he ordered made. Look..."

Sabine tapped the butt of her staff at the centre of the crude star she had drawn. "This is where Mundus is. Where we are. On its own, it collapses," she said, before tapping at each of the points of the star. "So it has towers holding it up. Eight of them. They are not...like usual towers. But they have physical manifestations here on Tamriel. They also have stones which are needed to keep them working." She drew a circle around the star. "This makes the wheel that all of reality is in. Between the towers are plains of Oblivion, where Daedra live."

She dug at the point of the star nearest to her. "One is the Red Tower. It is the Red Mountain in Morrowind. In the third era, its stone -- the Heart of Lorkhan -- was severed by the Nereverine." Sabine dashed aside the dirt, ruining one of the lines.

"Another is the White Gold tower," Sabine continued. "The capitol of Cyrodiil. Its stone was the Amulet of Kings. The stone was severed when Martin Septim died at the end of the Oblivion Crisis." Sabine dashed another line.

"Crystal-Like-Law is the next. In the Summerset isles. It also fell in the Oblivion crisis." The dirt was scraped again.

"There is Oricalc tower. No one knows truly where it is. Most people think it was in Yokuda. Yokuda sunk into the ocean." Another line was ruined. Only four remained.

"Brass-Walk was the strangest. The Dwemer made it. It was the Numidium, the great creature that Tiber Septim to conquer Tamriel. It was destroyed in the Warp in the West in the third era." Only three lines remained untouched.

"Green-Sap is a graht oak in Valenwood. The first graht oak. Many things have happened to it. However, there is no certainty whether it is still working or not. Everything about it is...'Perchance.' In the worst case, it no longer holds Mundus." Sabine scratched it away.

"This one you will certainly know. It is Snow Throat. The Throat of the World. The mountain in Skyrim where the Greybeards live. Its prophecy told that Anduin would appear when the Snow Tower lies sundered. Anduin did appear. Its fate was sealed with High King Torygg." With this line scratched out, only one was left standing.

"This is the only tower we know is left. The first tower. Ada-Mantia. It's Direnni Tower, on an island off the coast of Daggerfall. It has yet to fall."

Sabine raised her eyes to Do'Rhajul and continued with conviction enough to preclude any lies. "Every time a tower falls, a disaster strikes Nirn. No one knows exactly what will happen when the last dies, but we know that nothing will keep Mundus separated from Oblivion. A powerful Daedric prince could swallow Nirn into their realm and take everyone in it. We were given the proof of these theories by research given by the highest offices in the Aldmeri Dominion, and corroborated by the Empire through our contacts. This is real. The nations are paralysed by military tension. And...other policies. We have already been fighting Vile, so it came down to us. They know what we are capable of. But we still need help."

It was the simplest explanation she could manage. Sabine's initial frustration had simmered down. She was prepared to clarify anything Do'Rhajul had to ask, though if he knew history, he would see the pattern Sabine was showing him.