"I just happen to have one of his old weapons, this was one of his favorites that he used for everything, will it work," hands Falin glass dagger of soul trap.

Falin examined the dagger, "The scent's certainly still there."

"I'm guess it will work then?"

Falin nodded, "It will."

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(I'm back)

"I guess that its a good thing I grabbed it then."

"It likely is. So tell me about this friend of your then."

"Well I met him about fifty years ago right here and we have shared many an adventure, he started going loony recently and then poof haven't heard from him for a couple years and decided to say hi and that's where I found those notes at his house in a mess on the table."

"Strange indeed . . ."

"Yes, so you will accompany me then?"

Falin nodded. "Very well. I hope this place is warmer than Winterhold though . . ."

"Oh very much so, I was there only a week ago."

"Ah, that's good to hear."

"And I'm not meaning to scare you but I left out a page, the page about the daedric prince that took the place of the dragon priest that was once there."