Well... when you put it like that... Very well. I'll return to Emmurbalpitu and face my brothers and sisters. I am not a coward. I will see you there, yes?

I will not go back. There's nothing for me there anymore.

I will not go back. I'm not stupid. I will not risk facing Aizuhr-Suur's wrath. There's been enough killing already.

I know what fate awaits me in the hands of Aizuhr-Suur. I would hardly call it justice. No. I'm not going back.

Thank you. Now, please. Leave me.

You don't have a will of your own at all, do you? Azura's pawn! I curse you!

You don't have to do that. Could I perhaps... persuade you not to kill me? I can pay you. 100 drakes. Please.

I know I did the right thing. I don't need you to reassure me.

Do you really think Azura is good? Look what she did to my brothers and sisters! They were just empty husks of their former selves when I left Emmurbalpitu... No minds of their own: just puppets for Azura. And the worst thing is that she didn't even bother to play with her puppets. She took their minds and forgot about them -- left them alone to sing their foolish songs in that accursed shrine. I couldn't risk the cult spreading. I am sorry they had to die, but there was no other way.

You saw their ghosts. You saw what had become of them. What Azura did to them! They were mindless thralls. Slaves to Azura. Nothing behind their empty eyes and foolish smiles. And the worst thing is that Azura didn't even bother to play with her puppets. She took their minds and forgot about them -- left them alone to sing their songs in that accursed shrine. I couldn't risk the cult spreading. I am sorry they had to die, but there was no other way.

The cultists were becoming dangerous. It was not their fault, but Azura's.

Indeed.

Fine. I'll admit it. I am the one who told the Ordinators of War that the shrine of Emmurbalpitu should be purged. It wasn't an easy choice to make, but I would do it again.

Fine. I'll admit it. I am the one who told the Ordinators of War that the shrine of Emmurbalpitu should be purged. It wasn't an easy choice to make, but I would do it again.

Oooh, really? Your false empathy is insulting.

Fine. I'll admit it. I am the one who told the Ordinators of War that the shrine of Emmurbalpitu should be purged. It wasn't an easy choice to make, but I would do it again.

A piece of burnt parchment with 'L. F.' written on it? That proves nothing. It's merely a coincidence.

Fine. I'll admit it. I told the Ordinators of War that the shrine of Emmurbalpitu should be purged. It wasn't an easy choice to make, but I would do it again.

Spare me your empty threats, scum.

Emmurbalpitu? War Ordinators? I don't know what you're talking about. You've got the wrong woman...

The Ordinators are dead, but 'L. F.' still lives.

I have no idea who that 'L. F.' could be. Maybe one of the ghosts know.

They got scorched pretty bad, but try searching the remains. Perhaps you'll find something.

Fine, whatever. It's not like I would need a mortal to help me. That would be humiliating.

You found a note on one of the Ordinators? Let me see... Hmmph, yes. This has to be the false tip-off. Signed by someone with the initials 'L. F.'... I have no idea who that could be. You'd better show this note to one of the late worshippers.

You're that eager to burn alive, eh? Have it your way, mortal.

Glad we got that straightened out... Now, the mystery here is that there's no reason why the Ordinators should have purged this shrine. Emmurbalpitu is dedicated to Azura and the adoration practiced in here was -- and I'm sure you're pleased to hear this -- well within the boundaries of Temple law. Someone must have tipped them off wrongly on purpose.

Temple law? Are you trying to be funny, mortal? The Ordinators brought this on themselves. Besides, the Temple has no authority over me. I serve Lady Azura and Lady Azura only. Your mortal laws mean nothing to me. I'm warning you. I've just killed a whole bunch of zealots and adding your charred bones to the pile wouldn't weigh much on my conscience.

They're dead, too. When I saw what they had done, I of course killed them with flames of bloody vengeance.

Maybe then the slaughtered worshippers would finally have peace. I have no idea who might be behind this treachery, but search the Ordinators' remains for clues. They got scorched pretty bad, but perhaps you'll find something. And try talking with the worshippers. Maybe you can get something out of them.

Really? You mortals are like children. Rabid children! The moment you're left untended you start killing each other. That's the reason behind this mess. If your ilk had even an inkling of common sense and restraint none of this would have happened. The Ordinators, the worshippers, you... All you mortals are the same. All of you are to blame.

I was on vacation. This shrine is well-hidden, and I thought to myself: what harm could going away for a couple hundred years do? Turns out a lot.

I'm not answerable to you, am I? We Daedra have our reasons that are, frankly, beyond your mortal comprehension. Don't ever tell me how to do my job.

Oh, so that's how it's going to be, mortal? Implying that I'm a poor guardian? You know what happened to the last mortals who crossed me, huh? The Ordinators? I burned them all, that's what. Now is not the time to get on my bad side...

See, that's the thing. There's no reason why they should have purged this shrine. Emmurbalpitu is dedicated to Azura -- the greatest of the Good Daedra. The Temple loves her. Either there has been a terrible mistake... or else someone must have tipped them off wrongly on purpose.

Half a dozen of them clad in golden armor, armed with spiked maces. Listened to no pleas, as is customary. Made a bloody terrible mess. I wasn't here when they purged this shrine and when I arrived the damage was already done... The worshippers were all dead and their restless, witless spirits were left to linger here.

You wish to know who 'L. F.' is? I will tell you. She was once our sister, but her devotion to Lady Azura was questionable, so we excommunicated her. She would tell us that we were lost... that Lady Azura was merely an Anticipation of the glorified clocksmith Sotha Sil. She would refuse to smile, refuse to sing, refuse to consume the sacred fungi with us. So we cast her out. Llorissa Faali is her name.

The Ordinators of War did once come here. They came with their sharpened blades and murderous intentions and sought to kill us. But... but... Lady Azura turned them into ash before any harm was done to us... yes, that is how it must have happened.