"Wha- how can the Harbinger, the Dovahkin, just disappeared?" Jarett stood from his seat and took the letter to reread it over and over again until the words were burned into his mind. "This can't be..." Dovahkin was supposed to be this powerful person! They had defeated Alduin and Miraak and had survived to tell the tale of it! If whatever had taken the Dovahkin down would be able to simply kill their whole party. Jarett didn't say that though. Instead, he set the letter back down on the table and stood up to go back to the living quarters. 

A few minutes later he emerged wearing his usual dark red coat lined with bear fur and his magical black robes under the coat. A pack had been swung over his shoulder. His two decorated knives strapped on to his waistband along with a few pouches that contained a few herbs. Some medicinal while others were used for harm. His hands were shaking slightly from all the thoughts that kept sweeping through his brain. What if it was another dragon more powerful than Alduin? What if Alduin was back? Or the Thalmor had somehow captured Dovahkin?

"Oh ancestors, this is not how I pictured the morning happening," Jarett chewed on the last bit of his breakfast nervously as he patiently waited for the rest of the party to get ready.