You have been taken from the Imperial City's prison; first by carriage, and now by boat. To the east, to Morrowind. Fear not, for I am watchful.
You have been chosen.
“Wake up. We're here... Why are you shaking? Are you ok? Wake up!”
She had no desire to wake up, but the dark voice and the hand on her shoulder was persistent. At last she reluctantly opened her eyes. “Alright, alright, I'm awake...”
“Stand up,” the voice insisted, the same calloused hand pulling her to her feet. As she started to return to full alertness, she registered a feeling of alarm that she was being discovered. The day before, several other prisoners had been eying her threateningly, so she had stolen as stealthily as she could to a tiny alcove at the rear of the ship where she had eventually fallen asleep beside some crates. Her alarm only grew when she saw that the owner of the voice was a tall, muscular Dunmer, with a long scar running from forehead to chin, darken