From: Sherrian Subject: The Tale Unfolded Kriella felt a tug on her cloak. When she looked down, she saw Skudge looking up at her with serious, beady red eyes. "What note say?" he asked her. "You look like you not like." Kriella shook her head. "No. I not like--I mean, I don't like it. Not at all. Someone named Imago Storm is sending a Dremora to help Nyx. Something about she did them a favor." Kriella fixed the scamp with a sharp gaze. "Do you know anything about this?" Skudge said, "Nyx only do favor for one Dremora, as far as Skudge know. Favor made her walk funny. She say Rathine was 'a horny bastard'. skudge not fully understand, but have good idea." "So do I," Kriella answered grimly. Her tone must have alarmed the scamp, for he said, "She not want to, no! But she do, else Rathine hurt me, and not let her save brother." Kriella sighed. Poor Nyx had something about her that made her a magnet for the more lecherous daedra, it seemed. Skudge tugged at her cloak once more. "Skudge know Nyx wrote in book. Book have story of all adventures. We find book, maybe it have whose story, too?" Kriella considered. The scamp's words had merit, and she was surprised. she'd always heard that scamps were cute but dimwitted little clowns. "All right. Let's have a look around." It didn't take them long to find the journal. It was in the trunk that the Dremora's note had been on. Kriella opened the trunk and sifted through clothes, extra weapons, and armor. The book was at the bottom. she opened it and began to read. "What book say?" Skudge asked. Kriella turned the page. "Well, she mentions finding you being attacked by several other scamps, about being fireballed by a Dremora, and..." She continued reading. Several hours later, Kriella knew the whole story. She closed the book and replaced it in the trunk. Never had she read such an astounding story--Nyx had risked life, limb, and even her soul to free her half brother Josian from Mehrunes Dagon. She'd done things that Kriella would never have considered doing, such as trading her body to Rathine for Skudge's life. But Nyx was not a warrior, she was a Shadow Walker, and so different tactics for survival were called for. Reading it didn't make Kriella respect Nyx any less--in fact, she respected her freind all the more. To endure shame, pain, and sorrow to save those who were innocent, to avenge the mages, that was honor no less than what she herself possessed.