The terrain was even more desolate and harsh than the other areas of Morrowind Dax had the misfortune to travel through. No wonder the Dumner needed slaves. No workers would immigrate here willingly. Then again, he supposed Blackmarsh was almost as inhospitable to most landstriders. One of the Dark Elves up front smacked Dax on the back of the head, grinning fearsomely. "Behold, beast! The city of the House of Redoran! The greatest warriors in all of Morrowind dwell here. You will enjoy your stay." 

As the cart bumped along, they passed another slave cart going the opposite direction through the south road. A figure obscured by a cloak was awakened by the carriage's jostle, and one of his fellow slaves remarked. "Hey, you're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Aldmeri ambush, same as us, and that thief over there. Damn these Dunmner!" The rest of the conversation faded into the background as Kris and Dax were drawn through the gates. 

Inside, the scene shifted abruptly. Harsh ash and rock turned into beautifully carved architecture, with straight lines and lush, bulging curves to grant space for windows or archways through doors and the like. There must have been some sorcerous trick to keep the ash from falling into the city, because while it did have a blemish here or there, it was far too clean for its proximity to the mountain of fire. The gate fed into a storefront, and the pair were led by an officer to continue on for a block. Within the cobblestone street, Dunmner citizens and workers stepped out of the way as the wagon they had just hopped off progressed. A child clutched her mother along the left side of the street, but there was mostly men out and about. 

Kris led Daixanos forward, the Argonian moving obediently, still remaining submissive in manner as they waded further into streets until Kris found the turn she had been looking for. A compound rose out of the building pattern like a boulder among rocks, and guardsmen argued vehemently within, even through the windows it was evident as they shook their fists and ordered one another about. No wonder the child had been frightened earlier. Turning the corner, there was a small alley where a compartmented corner connected to the backdoor of the compound, where Vorn likely was. Dax's tail fidgeted excitedly as they slowed to a stop. "Give me my axe and let us finish this." He said to her, his voice low. 

He would rather burn the place down rather than searching for Vorn. If they simply burned it down, Vorn would likely be dead. But he could respect her wishing to be certain he perished, and once the Argonian felt the haft of his axe, there was a palpable feeling of trepidation in the air. Dax would stay behind her, at least initially. Seeing an Argonian armed, they would attack him without delay, but they might have a slower reaction to seeing her.

"Let us say hello." Kris said.
[@Penny]