This reality is a twisted, unnatural delusion. I accepted this reality the only way that was right, by denying it and destroying it. The chapel burning was a mere manifestation of it. This fire is not a punishment, it's salvation.

This reality is a twisted, unnatural delusion. I accepted this reality the only way that was right, by denying it and destroying it. The chapel burning was a mere manifestation of it. This fire is not a punishment, it's salvation.

No.

Help me..? Your kindness is sweet, but misplaced. My position is a voluntary choice and a choice I do not regret.

Help yourself first.

I am not proud of it, but it's the only state that makes sense at this point. Perhaps, if I could turn back time... But there is no such thing as turning back time. This fire is all I have and it is all I wish to have.

The others had to agree in the end. I am not so vain as to never question my decision. I asked myself over and over if this was right, but in the end the answer remains the same. I have failed to defend Khalaan from its twisted fate, it is only right for me to burn.

Khalaan had to be put to fire, yet the chapel itself could not deserve such a fate by itself. No. It was our fate, the chapel burning was a mere manifestation of it. I accepted this reality the only way that was right, by denying it and destroying it. This fire is not a punishment, it's salvation, liberation, and you would do right to thank me for the opportunity to be in this place!

There is nothing to justify, outlander, because it was not a decision. It was a revelation, a realization of what simply had to be done. A result of long hours and many thoughts, but they all died and faded as I was presented with the ultimate truth. This reality is a twisted, unnatural delusion, in so many more ways than any demon could even begin to imagine. Yet, despite this, I could do nothing to stop it. In the end there was no other choice worth considering.

I am disappointed, but not surprised. Those who surrendered are a disgrace to our House and your acceptance into it only serves to prove it. I have failed to correct many mistakes, but this one I just might.

And who are you to accuse me? You will regret this!

There's nothing more to say.

Talk, if you must.

Talk, if you must.

We have nothing to talk about.

I believe we have nothing else to discuss.

It is only right that you do.

It is very good that you do.

I understand your concerns, outlander. I assure you this is a heavy weight on our shoulders, but a weight we have chosen to bear. Any true Dunmer would rather suffer a demon than the Empire of man.

Even I must admit, this realm Khalaan was transported to is a grim place. You need to understand this: we would not impose such a fate on this chapel without good reason. My husband, Indoril Raathim, proposed this as the only reasonable choice and I agreed with him. We may have lost to them in open combat and our very gods may have betrayed us, but they did not, and will never, break us.

Are you implying that this state is undesirable, outlander? I am deeply insulted by this presumption. Ours was a conscious and well thought out decision. You should not to listen to baseless rumors and accusations. I would suggest you speak to my husband and see for yourself, but I don't want you to bother him with this nonsense.

I will gladly help, %PCRank. What would you like to discuss?

Yes?

No, I don't think so.

I'm so sorry, I have nothing to reward you with right now. I thought I had a scroll on me, but it seems I have left it somewhere else. I am so terribly sorry. Please, come back tomorrow, I will be sure to have something.

Ah! Here it is. Scroll of Tevil's Peace. I hope it will be of use to you.

Then hurry, please.

Thank you.

You're willing to give me one of yours? Thank you so much! Yes, this would be much quicker. You can still go to my friend to get a replacement for yourself. As for your reward...

Useless outlanders... Don't bother me then.

Wonderful! Senera Verith serves in the Sanctum, you will find her there. It's in the eastern part of the chapel... You might be better off asking someone else for directions, I fear they were never my strong suit. Once you find her, she should give you a cure common disease potion. I will reward you for your efforts when you bring it to me.

Fire, daedra, ghosts... What are you blabbering about, outlander? Are you unwell? Would a visit from the guards set you right? Because that can be arranged easily.

Thank you again!

Do you have any questions?

Ienni sent you to talk to me? Why would... Ah! Yes, I remember mentioning a problem to her. You see, my dear friend Senera Verith has promised to make a potion for me, that would help with my sickness. I could go to her myself after I'm done, but I'm so busy lately and I'd love to have it sooner for obvious reasons. Would you be willing to help?

Isn't this matter settled?

Let bygones be bygones, hmm?

I suggest you speak to Indoril Raathim and Dilale Raathim if you haven't already and gather their wonderful reasoning for why we must burn here. Ienni still refuses to admit it was their conscious choice, but she has to. Then, speak to the most hopeless cases like Arara Navur and Maladel Helni and tell her, in detail, just how far gone they are. Testimonies of other ghosts might be helpful as well, if you're not good with words. This should be enough.

Ienni Drothril clings to the notion that people here need salvation and, even worse, that it is somehow her responsibility to provide it. She keeps denying the role our lords played in the fall of Khalaan and is wrapped in guilt that by all rights should not be hers. As tempting as it may be to be gentle with her, I suggest you break her heart even more to break her delusions with it. For my part, I will speak with her, but some effort will be required on your part as well...

Come back when you have obtained one, then.

If I liked you any less... Forget about it. Just go.

How sweet of you.

It was worth a try.

[The ghost stares at you blankly for what feels like a minute.] You know... You're right. I see your point. Why don't you take my hand for a moment? I need to show you something.

So everyone is horrible? I can agree with that, I suppose.

Horrible, is it? I see. You know, maybe you're right. Maybe that is horrible. Then tell me, what do you think of what *they* have done to me? Is it not horrible?

Hmm... This is not familiar. These are the words I've never heard from your kind before.

The most wise of answers.

Maybe you're right, but it's all I have.

Well, that's just your idea of it.

Oh, I see it now... The way you talk, the way you move, so familiar. Well, since I know you will judge me anyway, I will only ask you this: is it truly so wrong to find enjoyment in the suffering of those who harmed you? I'm sure he didn't for a second consider my pain, why should I?

Yes and no. Is it truly so wrong to find enjoyment in the suffering of those who harmed you? I'm sure he didn't for a second consider my pain, why should I consider his?

Hmm... I didn't expect you to ask. Well, this place is grim, but it has its wonders. Like Indoril Raathim whispering his own sins to himself over and over again, stuck in his self-torturing state. Music to my ears.

Wonderful.

I require a Daedra heart. Bring it to me, and I will make sure to tell Ienni Drothril how happy I am to remain here.

Suit yourself.

Am I not convincing enough for you? Oh, but I am for Ienni since she wishes me well so much. It is a small thing, really. Isn't it your job to help spirits anyway?

Have you brought the heart?

Why? I'm doing fine. Wait, no. It's true, I suffer greatly! The Daedra outside, you see. They torture me and scare me.

We're not exactly friends, are we?

You actually want to do this, then? I don't know what words you expect to find, but I will help. I'd try your luck with the more... persistent spirits first: Indoril Raathim, Dilale Raathim and Setisa Dorenil. Not to say you should ignore the rest, of course, but they will have... less to say. Arara Navur and Maladel Helni would be the hardest -- even I don't know how to approach them.

Khalaan is a nice place. Warm. Marik aduri'ag noj... Broken, outlander, I mean broken.

Osuhn ahrenshe'ath... We'd agreed, yes. Agreed to what? Can you repeat the question?

There was fire, yes. They warned us, I think... Then the pull. Or was it before the fire? I don't remember.

Leave me be, n'wah.

What is there to say? What could I possibly say? Nothing that you would understand.