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Do'Khaj smiled to himself, knowing the Thalmor thought she could whisper something without him hearing. She obviously knew nothing of how inferior the hearing of apes was in comparison to that of felines.
"I can hear you perfectly well, you know." Do'Khaj chuckled, "You might as well be shouting for all the difference it makes."
Do'Khaj turned from the bow and walked over to Allëna, still amused by her naivity.
"I'm not here because I want to be, you're damn right about that." Do'Khaj informed her, "You may have heard that the Mane was murdered by the commander of his Warrior Guard. That was me. I killed him because he was merely a puppet of the Thalmor, not fit to rule over all Elsweyr. He approved public executions of any who had spoken out against the Thalmor, completely innocent people. The idiot bought your lies of how you returned Masser and Secunda, and because of that he would do anything for you elves. As if it weren't enough just to capture me, you Thalmor bastards had to go and abduct my mate and cubs as well as threaten their lives! You're no less beast than I am, threatening to kill innocent people! Atalil would have ordered the execution of a 3 month old kitten! So that's why I'm doing his bidding, because my family will die if I don't follow his orders. I hope that answers your question."
With that, Kharjo turned round and stormed down into the hold of the ship to go to his room and lie down.

As he entered the hold, he was about to pass the store room, but he heard a strange noise from inside and decided to investigate. He opened the door and walked inside. He located the strange noise, it seemed to be the sound of bubbles inside a barrel labelled "Fresh Water". Surely it shouldn't be bubbling if the label were accurate. Do'Khaj began to suspect someone was hiding in that barrel, so he readied a lightning bolt, pulled out the cork and loosed the lightning bolt into the barrel. He jammed the cork back into its hole and removed the lid. It contained fresh water all right, but also the electrecuted corpse of an Argonian dressed in black and reddy brown leather armour. Do'Khaj attached the lid back on, hoisted the barrel onto his shoulder and carried it up to the deck.

"You might want to have a look at this." Do'Khaj told his companions and tipped the barrel upside down, so the water and dead Argonian spilled out.
Do'Khaj decided it would be a good idea to check his corpse for information as to why he was in the barrel. First Do'Khaj found a pair of intricate ebony daggers sheathed at the Argonian's waist, then a soggy piece of parchment found in one of the Argonian's man pockets. On the back was a smudged, black handprint of a human. Do'Khaj carefully unfolded it to see it was written in Jel. However, that wasn't a problem, as Do'Khaj was fluent in every language of Tamriel. He proceeded to read it aloud, in Tamrielic, for the benefit of his companions.
"To Drek-Shei,
It has recently come to my attention that the Thalmor are intending to expand their empire. I am aware that they intend to search for objects across Tamriel which are supposed to lead to a large reward of some kind. They are currently composing a group to send in search of said objects, and are going to send them to Black Marsh soon. I want you to go to Summerset Isle, get onto their ship and kill them in whatever way you see fit and then burn the ship, proving to them that they aren't welcome here. Succeed, and I will have a small fortune in gold waiting for you when you return. May the Hist guide you."