[i]No one saw me. No one saw me. No one saw me.[/i] Every inch of Neras wanted to break out into a run. He walked quickly, stiffly through the streets, his heart pounding like a drum, his eyes darting constantly about him and there was a tremor to his hands. The Dunmer hadn't been able to help himself. 

Who would of thought after so many years he would see a copy of it again? Just lying there innocently and unnoticed upon the shop's bookshelf. Neras' hand had reached out of thoughtless instinct. He knew the feel of the cover, the soft inscriptions upon it's spine, after all this time. He opened it and then he read. 

[i]Whosoever findeth this document, I call him brother.[/i] 

For a moment the words of Mankar Camoran had brought him back to so long ago, to the secrets and rituals and promises he'd made, promises he'd broken. And then the spell was broken, Neras had frozen, suddenly aware of his surroundings. Aware of his foolishness. He'd shut the book, slowly put it back, feeling as if a thousand eyes resting on him. Turned, then he practically ran for it. Leaving the Mythic Dawn Commentaries behind him.

A string of muttered curses left Neras' mouth now. How could he have been so foolish? All these years, always careful, always checking! He tried to calm himself as he turned a sharp corner into an alleyway away from any watchful eyes, then tried to relax. [i]No one saw me.[/i] And then a hand caught his shoulder.

Neras whirled at once, a dagger summoned to his hand and up to the throat of his would-be-assailant. It was the boys' terrified expression saved his life. Neras blinked, he recognised the youth from the Skingrad company and realised his mistake, releasing the lad's shirt he let the dagger fade away into mist.

"S-sorry." Neras stammered.

"The boss has called a meeting." The boy blurted out before turning and sprinting away from Neras, who could hardly blame him. The Dunmer sighed, then shakily he made his way back to the mercenary building. All a reminder he would never stop being afraid.


Once inside Neras followed his instinctive tendency to cling to corners, his plain, shabby clothes making him seem dull compared to the rest. He was almost himself again, that is regular amount of paranoia and fear, when the door was burst open unceremoniously. Neras flinched backwards, scambling, the dagger appearing, then once more disappearing as he composed himself then spat in anger.

"Come back when you're house trained you..." Neras trailed off and shrunk back as he saw the bruise on the armoured woman's face and took in her general temperament. And size. He then thought it best to side with her. "That is to say, why have you summoned us today Quintus?"