Shea: I hope Winterhold is close, I may be cold blooded, but that certainly doesn't help with the weather.

 

 

Shea: Can't be too much further now right?

 

 

Shea: I wish you were here now, you had a much better sense of direction than I ever did.

 

 

Shea: But that's why I'm here. To end the one who made sure that wish couldn't come true.

 

 

Shea: God, I guess your poetry has only just rubbed off on me now.

 

 

Shea: Wow! Winterhold has changed since I was last here. I remember it being more...how do you say? Intact?

 

 

Shea: That doesn't matter though, as long as I can still get some info from an innkeep.

 

 

Shea: Well, this place seems quaint.

 

 

Shea: It must get a lot of visitors from everywhere.

 

 

Shea: Shouldn't be that hard to find anything about someone right?

 

 

Shea: Hey, sir. You wouldn't happen to have seen a man pass through here. Tall, blonde hair, probably hasn't shaved for a while?

 

 

Innkeep: Sorry miss, but there ain't been anyone like that pass through that I know of.

 

 

Shea: Thanks I guess.

 

 

Shea: But are you sure, he said he'd be here.

 

 

Innkeep: As sure as snow here, miss.

 

 

Shea: Damn! Sorry, thanks for your help.

 

 

Shea: I guess I'm going to have to do this the hard way then.

 

 

Shea: I haven't tracked anything properly for years.

 

 

Shea: But surely some snake shouldn't be that hard to find. Just find the tracks and follow them.

 

 

Shea: Simple enough.

 

 

Shea: Well at least this place comes warmer in the day.

 

 

Shea: Hey who knows maybe the notice board might have something.

 

 

Shea: Cradle wanted, pots and pans unused. Who writes these?!

 

 

Shea: But nothing about a new person, I though the people of Skyrim were supposed to be weary of outsiders.

 

 

A few hours later...

 

Shea: Ahh here seems to be something.

 

 

Shea: Well this rain won't help with tracks and things. 

 

 

Shea: I just hope it passes over, but since when does it rain in Winterhold, it snows here right?

 

 

Shea: Hey is that Mortum Castle?

 

 

Shea: Still fairly nice, I guess Sofia is still doing alright. 

 

 

Shea: Aha! Blood marks. Smell like Gabriel too.

 

 

Shea: And of course it's up there and off the beaten track.

 

 

Shea: I suppose he has already thought of a way to kill me too.

 

 

Shea: Still more?

 

 

Shea: Whoever he's using as a thrall clearly is quite enduring.

 

 

Shea: Nevermind, poor guy.

 

 

Shea: Huge lacerations...everywhere.

 

 

Shea: I don't really remember Gabriel being so savage.

 

 

Shea: And that is definitely his scent.

 

 

Shea: It still goes on a bit that's good.

 

 

Shea: Well that's not what I'm looking for.

 

 

Shea: Damn, I suppose he would throw around his scent to throw me off. 

 

 

A few minutes later...

 

Shea: This place looks a little more promising.

 

 

Shea: But this involves a dead dragon, not a incompetent vampire.

 

 

Shea: Poor bastards though, burns aren't a good way to go.

 

 

Shea: But this isn't the right place.

 

 

Shea: And if I don't find a place to hide from the night blizzards I'm going to be dead by morning.

 

 

An hour later...

 

Shea: I always forget how quickly night turns here.

 

 

Shea: But this place isn't good, there's no cover here.

 

 

Orianna: No it isn't a good place.

 

 

Shea: Orianna?! What?!

 

 

Orianna: Still remember me then? Good, because I'm the one who is going to end you. And have my final vengeance.

 

 

Shea: I can assure you, you won't get your vengeance.

 

 

Orianna: Oh really, I beg to differ.

 

 

Shea: Come on then finish what you started.

 

 

Orianna: Oh I will, you can't win, not here.

 

 

Shea: Your move.

 

 

Orianna: Yarghh!

 

 

Shea: Ooo! Fast and fiery, I like it!

 

 

Orianna: Damn you! You are going to die here, the prophecies don't lie!

 

 

Shea: And you're naive enough to believe them.

 

 

Orianna: AHH!

 

 

Orianna: You have to lose here. You can't win!

 

 

Shea: I can and I will!

 

 

Orianna: Then take this!

 

 

Shea: No! I know what you've done!

 

 

Shea: You've ruined everything for me!

 

 

Orianna: Really? That I thought you'd know better.

 

 

Orianna: <Smack>

 

 

Shea: Woahh!

 

 

Orianna: And don't leave your leg open!

 

 

Shea: Damn you!

 

 

Shea: Come on then. Finish what you started.

 

 

Orianna: As you wish deceiver.

 

 

Shea: I...