'Yeah, I stopped it. Along with Makor and a few others you don't know.' Sauriil stood silently for a while, 'How have you been. It's been a long time.'

Still by her fire, Falin watched the villagers disperse. 'Well that was over fast.'

I see the fire. 'Hold on.'

We sneak over to the fire. 'Well, well, well. Falin! Well, at this rate I'll probably meet Zork!' I stop, and my voice becomes more serious, almost sad, 'How have you been?'

Falin glanced at him and shrugged, staying silent.

I sit down. 'Aksel, what have you seen of the new cult problems? They have been causing quite the ruckus.'

"I've heard as well."

(Where did you come from?)

(I dunno, I don't know what's going on)

"A cult, huh?" Falin muttered. "Why is it everytime I run into you things are going to hell?"

I chuckle, 'Everywhere in Tamriel they call my Crowlord. Crows are ill news, and ill news is an ill guest as they say. Oh, I don't know what I'm laughing about, I'm getting old. I need to stop doing all this. And this cult, it has been here for a while.'

Falin rubbed her eyes and lay back down, staring at the stars. "So who are they? More Dagon or Bal worshippers?"

I sat silently. My eyes closed and everything went black . . .

Falin waited for Sauriil to answer. Frowning, she glanced at him.

You can hear the sound of Oxygen exiting my lungs.

(Which is quite a terrifying sound. I have heard it. Unfortunately.)

(Okay, it's likely because it's 0100 here, but I'm totally lost. What just happened to Sauriil?)