Blades,

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I know your distaste for anything lengthy and takes more than a swing of your sword to finish, so I'll just spare the formalism and make this as brief as possible. But… be sure to send something back… Anything that can prove you're still breathing, all right?

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While you are working on that nasty business of yours in those Alliance-infested sewers, I have finished the little research you "kindly" asked for. In short, yes, you were right. Your suspicion is correct, I'm afraid. But even worse, what I found shows there's more to it.

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The secret chamber in Sancre Tor is left open and empty. She took it away. As much as it pains me to say so, her cause was not for the greater good. I was going to look for more clues, but the tomb was littered with undead and I had no wish to share a coffin with dear Reman this moment. Come to think of it, maybe those walking corpses are also her doing? Only the Great Dragon knows now.

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I saw the Cloudruler. Stonefire had it in anchors and chains, and there was nothing but daedra swarming in its very scope. They were looking for something, but they were too late, just as I was. I always know she is good... maybe better even than a prince of schemes. And... the place was littered with bodies of our comrades. Let's just say that not all of them died from a thrust in the front.

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Balfire was in disarray. An army of Black Order came from nowhere and stormed the keeps around the Adamantine. The Direnni managed to suppress them down and took back the Tower, but not before the worms got to its bottom. The Stone was all but sapped out and I doubt it was done by an unfamiliar hand.

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I know not what she has in store, Blades. But I'm fairly sure this does not bode well, or should I say, what she plans will likely bring more things into ruin and disorder than what the monkey cult did. Slave-queen's fire is of utmost urgency. It will protect us from more than Daedric threats.

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And... I know it's wilful to say so. We have already pledged our lives and souls, but there are things one should never sell out, not even in the divinest fervor. Alessia brought many into the land of White-gold, but what she lighted this very day, involved more than olive branches and lovesongs.

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If you would not tolerate another lecture from your former mentor, then take it as a friend's advice, or at least, the babbling of an old man.

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Shields,