Tenaka looked over as he heard Skeetr's call and watched the Guardian Citadel, as the young Khajit had said, seemingly melt. A place of great evil had passed from the land and the quest was accomplished. Now perhaps he could continue with his main goal. He was sorry that the Werre had been unable to escape but there was nothing he could have done. He had intended to attempt a Window opening once they were in the desert and safe, but by the time they were out, the Citadel was already crumbling and the Hall of Bone would already have been no more. He looked over the desert. It seemed a dreary place for such a great victory, but a fitting setting for the evil that had been the Horned Council. But as he looked, he noticed that a gradual change was coming over the area. All around him, life was beginning to start again. Under his feet he saw grasses beginning to sprout again and in the near distance on rough mounds he saw old, dead bushes beginning to bloom again. He looked over to where the Guardian Citadel had once stood and saw a crater. As he looked on, the hole in the ground gradually was filling with water. Within hours, here, where once ultimate evil had stood, would lie a beautiful lake. All around it, plants would bloom and trees would grow. It seemed that Akatosh had heard Balefire's plea after all and was returning the desert to its former glories. Looking around, Tenaka saw that the other heroes of the day were all stood silently, some taking in the view of the new desert, but many staring silently into space – no doubt remember their lost friends, the Werre. Tenaka grieved with them, though he had not known the Werre, but not as much. He knew that for heroes such as them, death could not be an end, but a second beginning. He knew that, like all great heroes who passed from this life, his Great Lord, the God of War, Ebonarm, would offer them another chance at life as Dreadknights. Whether or not they took up the offer was up to them, but it would be foolish not to. The Dreadlord started as he felt his skin prickle. Someone was watching him. Turning, he saw the Warmage Balefire, the true hero of the day, looking at him. There was a strange look in his eyes – one of familiarity but also puzzlement. As if the other Dark Elf recognised the Dreadlord, but knew not from where. Tenaka started as he heard the Warmage speak : "Ho, Tenaka!" he bellowed, "A word with you, if you would, privily." Tenaka walked over to Balefire, wondering what it was the Warmage wanted…