Boring now. It will talk about something else.

Dying hive bleeds vermin, but not all its secrets spill out. Thing must get to exhuming.

Annoying, buzzing hive. Witch-worms build their nest in a discarded shell, thinking themselves masters. The ashlands will consume them as it consumed their progenitors.

I'll need a few more decades to solidify my power over the stronghold. Maybe I could give you some more work by then.

Go to Volenfaryon and kill the three mabrigash there. The rest will scatter with the first ash storm.

Go to Volenfaryon and kill the three mabrigash there. I don't particularly care what happens to their lackeys, so you can take some of my summoned minions to aid you.

Recently, an Ashlander tribe moved into the nearby stronghold, Volenfaryon. They are ruled by a trinity of mabrigash sisters, who are no doubt plotting my demise. I want you to go there and soak the ground with the witches' blood so I can resume my work there.

The stronghold is an evil place, home to the nameless tribe. I can mark it on your map.

Volenfaryon is an ancient Dunmer stronghold, half-buried in the ash, northwest of Arvud. A tribe of Ashlanders have made the ruin their home. I've never been there, because I'm not a complete moron. I hear they hunt outlanders like you and me for sport and sacrifice their organs to whatever twisted spirits they worship.

My old tribe cast me out -- those ingrates. Long did I wander aimlessly in the wilderness until I met Ahaatu and we took over this ruin. Soon, Mar-Utu joined us with the renegade tribesmen of Ishanuran.

It is an ancient Dunmer stronghold. A nameless tribe of outcasts live there, led by a triumvirate of Mabrigash witch-warriors. I can mark the place on your map, but you'd be wise to avoid it.