Kris climbed up into the wagon beside Dax and a pair of dunmer soldiers. She winked at him surreptitiously but it was hard to know what was going on in that reptilian brain. He just had to trust her to get him close enough to Vorn. Whips cracked and the wagon jolted down the rough cobblestones towards the city.

Black Light was a strange city to Kris’ eye, a fusion of Dark Elf and Nord architecture, ringed by high walls of black volcanic basalt. Pennons of red and brown snapped from the tall angular towers, but she didn't know or care enough about the Dunmer nobility to particularly care about who was on top in this place. Predictably, the streets were quiet, with most of the population having turned in long since, but a number of soldiers bustled about evidently getting ready to go after the escaping slaves. Signs creaked on their chains in the slight wind and a few dog howled at the disruption to their routine.


The wagon titled up a long boulevard and began to climb a shallow hill towards the center of town. The houses rapidly grew grander, simple houses and working class taverns becoming opulent town houses and expensive stores. Guards were more evident here, stirred by commotion that might mean thieves about. More than once Kris thought she caught eyes watching from the rooftops. Evidence that the city’s thieves were likewise being inconvenienced this night. 

The wagon pulled up in front of a stone fenced townhouse, sharp spikes of wrought iron summonted its ten foot wall and impressive gates were shut. Behind the gate stood a pair of Aldmeri soldiers in golden mail, curved sword sheathed but eyes keen.

“This is the place,” one of the guards growled and Dax and Kris climbed down. The gates swung open to admit them and the wagon clattered of without another word. Kris took the opportunity to lean close Dax.

“Once we kill Vorn we will torch this place,” she whispered. The greatest fear of any government was not enemy attack, or riot or even famine. Fire could sweep through a city in hours and destroy everything within the walls. Even a small fire would occupy the entire attention of the guard for hours, the property of the nobility being far more important than a few run slaves. Her message convey she passed by the scowling Aldmeri, working hard to control a hatred she had learned during years of losing battles.

“Keep your eyes open,” she advised him as they passed inside.