She laughed politely when I explained the coincidence between today and yesterday, then asked if I could escort her outside, clearly not seeing any humor in the event. She asked if I was here to rescue her and was very confused when I burst out laughing. To my surprise, a Redguard woman was tied up on a pile of empty sacks. The upper portion of the cave led me to their sleeping quarters where a second Dunmer futilely attacked me. The lady might not have been trained in the use of an axe, but I am sure she would have been much better off with one compared to the pitiful knife she had. The encounter is even more odd considering that the crates scattered about the room contained, among other things, two Dwemer axes. For whatever reason, she charged down the stairs, dagger in hand, intent on somehow stabbing me to death. What if I was a new customer of theirs? The first two arrows bounced off my breastplate and her third missed completely. Patrolling the upper part of the woodwork was a woman with a cheap looking bow who immediately started firing arrows at me. The tunnel opened into a room with wooden scaffolding leading further into the cave as well as upwards via stairs to a second tunnel. This time no red candles, flesh-decorated shrines, or spell-slinging cultists greeted me upon entry. As luck would have it, I found a second cave before reaching the town. With that occupying my mind I left the cave and trudged through the swampland towards Gnaar Mok, Hla Oad's slightly less hostile sister-village.which is not saying much. A horde, ready to rise up and destroy the Imperial Legions? A select group of individuals to act as elite agents behind the scenes of the war looming on the horizon? There are always more questions than there are answers. The sailor on Grytewake had no visible sores or any other sign of his conversion and I do wonder how many secret cultists Dagoth Ur has in Morrowind. I sifted through the shirts and trousers, finding only a few scrolls worth carrying out to sell.
So far he has not answered their calls to any discernible effect. Naked and only sometimes wielding a weapon, they never fail to charge directly at me, screaming for Dagoth Ur's protection.
Most of the 'treasure' consisted of the cast-offs from the maddened, naked Dunmer who had given themselves over to Dagoth Ur. Like most of the Sixth House bases, this one had a small collection of treasure stashed away in the ever-present stone troughs the cult seems to be manufacturing somewhere within Red Mountain.
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