It has come to an end. Whether or not I can pledge to you the thanks of my family, you are certain to have my warmest thanks, at least.

Have you come back with tidings? Would the spirits listen to reason? Hurry, please.

I owe you a great deal, sera. Take this ring. It's an heirloom worthless in its own right, but it will grant you safe passage into the ancestral tomb. The Balvel tomb is only a short distance from here, along the road to the south. If I am not mistaken, you will want to find the ghost of Ervasi Balvel, our oldest matriarch. If anyone holds sway over the spirits of my forefathers, it must be her.

It is a modest tomb, but there are some clan possessions. As a member of the most recent living generation, I am technically at leisure to do with them as I please. If I gift them to you, my ancestors won't like it, but they will have to abide by my decision. You have my permission to take whatever seems useful to you.

You would have my eternal gratitude, sera. I'm not a rich man, but I will give you everything I have. Just make this stop.

It's Lati-An and me. We are... close. The ancestors do not approve of it. They watch over the Balvel family, and I suppose the object to my involvement with an escaped slave, and an Argonian woman at that. I have begged so many times, but they will not change their mind. This wretched ghost will not leave. I would go to our ancestral tomb to plead with all of my forefathers, but I fear they would never let me leave.

It started some weeks ago. First it was just a repeating nightmare. Then there were voices and shapes in the hearthfire, footsteps from behind closed doors. Lati-An thought it was some sort of enchantment, but I know the ways of the ancestors. They only speak when they have something to say. We hoped they would calm down, but then this ghost showed up. Pay it no mind; it will not harm us. It's just here to remind me.

It started some weeks ago. First it was just a repeating nightmare. Then there were voices and shapes in the hearthfire, footsteps from behind closed doors. Lati-An thought it was some sort of enchantment, but I know the ways of the ancestors. They only speak when they have something to say. We hoped they would calm down, but then this ghost showed up. Pay it no mind; it will not harm us. It's just here to remind me.

It's not here right now, but it shows up every night. It deprives me of sleep, calls me names.

It started some weeks ago. First it was just a repeating nightmare. Then there were voices and shapes in the hearthfire, footsteps from behind closed doors. Lati-An thought it was some sort of enchantment, but I know the ways of the ancestors. They only speak when they have something to say. We hoped they would calm down, but then one of them started manifesting in this very house.