"You have a talent," Lanessa muses, "Not only a willingness to risk yourself for fortune, but to do it for the sake of others. Most in your situation would be entirely focused on the money."

Throughout the course of the afternoon, you follow the Red Ring Road steadily westwards, finally coming to a halt near what seems an unremarkable pile of white, cut stone jutting from the foliage, the same as many others you've passed today. "We should stop here for tonight. The old core of Sercen lies just off the road, and so long as we don't go too deep, it's easy shelter."

After a moment's hesitation, the elf seems to read something in your expression, "Once, there were many Ayleid cities and settlements around Cyrodiil, particularly the Nibenay. Common knowledge, no? Some have been built over, some have been buried entirely, but some… the largest and most famous are still naught but ruins, but if you see this stone…"

Lanessa taps the tilting stone for emphasis, "You can be sure that you're within what were once settlement boundaries. We've been seeing this so often today because Sercen was once one of the great towns that ringed Lake Rumare. It has a particularly… dark history, and its destruction was subsequently thorough. Yet, some of its ancient halls have survived, and can provide succour to a weary traveller."