(( Thanks for all the warm welcomes everyone. I've never played Oblivion, but after looking up daedre I can see the similarities lol ))<br/><br/>Zaida took Turin by the collar and lifted him to his feet, dragging him down the path towards the sea. Turin could not refuse. He had been a servant to the Dark Empress for nearly twelve years. He worked for her day and night with his payment being only food and shelter. He should consider himself lucky. With one withered leg, being short, and a disfigured body, he was not much use to anybody. Zaida was a harsh master. She had a harsh tongue and an even harsher hand.<br/>Turin muttered to himself, "This isn't a job; too dark; too cold, too many--"<br/>Zaida butted in. "Stop your mumbling; there are things to be done. Drag that leg of yours a little faster. Maybe then we'll get to the stone before it's too late." Turin slipped in the mud as he tried to obey his master's command. "Be careful with the box, it took me a long time and a lot of trades to find what I've been looking for. Now be careful, we have to get down the waterfall before we find the stone."<br/>The noise of the waterfall and the smell of the sea filled Turin with a sense of excitement tinged with trepidation. Zaida lowered herself down the rope ladder at the side of the waterfall and then onto the shingle beach. Turin tied a length of hemp cord onto the case and gently lowered it down to his master.<br/>"Yes," cried Zaida. "It is almost time. Hurry, before it's too late." She grabbed the case and hurried over to giant stone with strange marking engraved in it only a few feet away from the crashing waves. She noticed that the stone appeared to have the appearance of a dragon's head "Give me the case, Turin."<br/>Turin slipped from the ladder and dropped ten feet to the beach as he tried to increase his pace.<br/>"Come on, get up!" shouted Zaida. "We have only minutes, then it will be too late." Zaida then opened the case, but her expression drastically changed to one that bore no emotion. "Where is it, Turin." She muttered.<br/>"Where is what, Mistress?" Turin whimpered hesitantly.<br/>"Are you getting smart with me? You know damn well what! The amulet! The one that was supposed to be in this damned case! Where is it?" She lashed out in angry and knocked the black case into the sea.<br/>"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Turin wailed. "I wanted to tell you, but I was too afraid. A thief came and stole your amulet. I tried to get it back. I honestly did, but he was gobbled up by a cremble and there was nothing I could do-oo-oooo" He sobbed.<br/>Zaida kicked him across the sandy ground. No words could describe the fury in her eyes or the anger in her heart at that moment. "You incompetent fool! I knew it was a mistake to bring you in. To think I gave you shelter and food when you were nothing more than a broken man scrambling for scraps. And this is how you thank me!? Now I have to wait again for the time to present itself and who knows where the amulet is now!"<br/>"Actually mistress . . . we have an idea of where it might be."