She was lord-saint of Tur Julan, a chapel on the west bank of the Thirr. Her garden stretched as far as Bal Foyen on the Inner Sea. When the Empire came, she decided she could not bear to live under the rule of men. She ended her life and gave her chapel over to the Daedra so that her garden might never be tamed. Now House Hlaalu rules those lands, and her garden is tended by those who think only of what they can reap, and never of what they may sow.

She ended her life, letting the Daedra claim her chapel at Tur Julan soon after the Armistice. Now the faithless Hlaalu of Oran Plantation and Bal Foyen are selling out her ancestral lands to the human Empire.

Great ancestor-mother-father-daughter-son, where have you gone? Why do you not speak? Have the betrayers of House Hlaalu stolen your tongue along with your garden?

Where, where have you gone?

She spoke the words, the law, the sentence. The halls of Tur Julan are too silent without the echo of her voice.

Emptiness is all that remains...

Our ancestor, who established Tur Julan and kept these gardens safe. Where have you gone? She is lost to us.

Lost, in the garden...

Indoril Llathsa speaks little to her subjects. No one knows what happened to the lord-saint of Tur Julan, but I fear the worst. House Hlaalu will consume us all, if they haven't already.

Long-lost, only our laments remain.

Her mind is gone. I have long reflected on this, but I have no answers. I'm afraid Clan Llathsa will not last without her guidance, and House Indoril is lessened for it.

She is gone.

Of course she will return! I mean... it's not like House Indoril would just abandon this place, right? Tur Julan is an important chapel! Oh, by the Three, if she doesn't return, I'm going to need more paper, aren't I?

I have to write, for when they come back... Have to write...

You've been expelled from House Hlaalu.

Hopefully she remains in the past where she belongs.

Be quick about it.

Let's end this.

She awaits us at the Waiting Door shrine below. Be ready for anything. Shall we be off?

Meet me at Tur Julan in the Crossing of Wings, %PCRank.

Not now. Talk to me about that when I'm back in my chambers.

Is she gone at last? Then I shall consider this matter resolved. Have you asked me to support your bid, %PCRank?

Generations ago, my ancestors lived south of here in the grand chapel of Tur Julan. Not as Hlaalu, but as Indoril. My family fled the fall of Tur Julan, but were rejected by our kin, so I renounced my heritage and embraced House Hlaalu. In time, most came to accept my decision. All except the spirit of my ancestor, Indoril Llathsa. She has poisoned my name amongst the spirits and incited them against me. Meet me at Tur Julan, in the Crossing of Wings. We must convince her to end the attacks, or banish her.