The Elder Scrolls: Keys to the Past » Places

         "Which room is this Imperial in?" Do'Khaj asked, "He sounds interesting, I'd like to talk to him."
"First room on the left, upstairs." The bartender told Do'Khaj.
Do'Khaj thanked him, left the bar, ascended the stairs and walked into the room.

He was greeted by a scene of horror. There was a large splatter of blood on the wall, and a decapitated body was lying in a pool of his own blood. The body was covered in mutiple gashes and was wearing bloodied, orange mage's robes. Into his chest the shape of a human hand had been carved, proving that this murder had been commited by the Dark Brotherhood. Do'Khaj rummaged around the room for evidence as to how recent the killing was and why it had happened. He couldn't find anything, all he had to go by was the hand carved into the victim's chest.

Once Do'Khaj was downstairs, he immediately alerted the bartender of the recent murder, who hurtled upstairs to investigate. Once he was outside, he alerted the nearest guard so that investigations would begin. The guard questioned him as to how much he knew about the murder then went to investigate.

By the time he returned to Jeelus-Tei's house it was late night, and all the others were soundly asleep. He slipped upstairs silently where he entered his room and changed into clothes approriate to sleep in.

He awoke earlier than the others, so he prepared his own breakfast of eggs, venison and a sweetroll made using moon sugar that he had brought with him. He was just finishing as the others arrived, so he greeted them and bid them goodbye as he finished off his plate then made his way outside. He neglected to tell them about last night's affairs lest it dampen the party's morale and make them fear for their lives even more.

There was one man Do'Khaj suspected greatly of hiring the assassin, a preacher of Sithis who looked after the Hist and despised all other nations. He made his way to the nearest Hist he could find, where, luck would have it, the preacher was resting.
"You're coming with me." Do'Khaj snarled as he lifted the man up by his collar.
The preacher hissed multiple insults in Jel at Do'Khaj before he was knocked out by Do'Khaj's gauntleted fist. Hoisting him over his left shoulder in a fireman's lift, Do'Khaj carried him the the barracks and informed the guards that he was a likely suspect, since he preached against the other nations of Tamriel, and would get extremely worried if he knew a foreigner was trying to make his way to the Murkwood.

Do'Khaj returned to Jeelus-Tei's house and took a seat by the crackling fire, he was tired and needed a good rest.

         Allena weathered Do'Khaj's retort with a deep scowl impressed upon her face, and though she would have liked to tell the Khajiit a few choice words she decided to stay silent, and thus keeping intact the newlyfound peace her party had retrieved. In fact, things were so peaceful that a relationship between two unlikely people seemed to be flourishing.

The night was a short one in Allena's perspective. After a wonderful dinner of roasted deer meat, and an arduous chat with Elevainia about priorities, Allena silently trudged off to bed. If she thought that the night had gone by quickly, she was in complete awe of how fast the morning rushed to them. The morning was a good one. As she wet her throat with an odd bottle of wine she had found stashed in the drawer of her nightstand Allena was content to sit in the old oak dining chair, and ask Jeelus-Tei many questions about the journey ahead of them.

In the midst of their excited talk Do'Khaj stood and excused himself from the table, as well as the house. As he sidled past Allena, who sat next to Nirarrien, across from Elevainia and Kairos, she thought to herself, Going to a tavern most likely. Damn drunk... She afforded the Khajiit no more attention than a child leaving the room, and continued to breakfast with her companions, finding that Kairos was not as cold a man as she had initially thought. Word was that their party would leave at noon, in the direction of Stormhold.

         Do'Khaj walked briskly towards to docks, now wearing his armour, and with a small satchel slung across his right shoulder filled with food, drink and potions. It appeared that Do'Khaj was the last to arrive, Atalil, two other Altmer and a Bosmer were already waiting.
"Ah, you've finally turned up." Atalil smiled, but at the same time showing his annoyance, "I was worried that you'd been killed in some foolish attempt to free your family."
"If only I were so lucky." Do'Khaj hissed.
Atalil frowned, but didn't respond to Do'Khaj. Instead, he turned to one of the other Altmer, the male.
"Nirrarien, I'm putting you in charge of these three, since you're the most senior member of this expedition." Atalil told him, "Don't dissapoint me."
Next, he turned to the Bosmer.
"Elevaini, be safe, all right?" Atalil asked feverishly, obivously having second thoughts about allowing her on the expedition.
Finally, he turned to the other Altmer.
"I'm looking forward to hearing of how you perform on this expedition." Atalil grinned, "You'd better live up to what I've heard about you."
Just as they were about to board the ship, Atalil stopped them.
"Oh, and one more thing." He began, "You'll be meeting another comrade in Black Marsh."

Once the ship had left port, Do'Khaj stood at the ship's bow, looking into the sea beneath him. He was disinclined to go and talk to the others on the expedition, since they all seemed to be on good terms with Atalil, and people like that weren't the people Do'Khaj wanted to journey with.