Blackwater Islands Pure intention juxtaposed

in his demands, tulok revealed more of himself; he was a wolf bound to his word, an expectation he held his peers to as well. the listener saw herself in his reflection.

it will take time. he must learn to balance his mortal needs with those of his immortal soul, the listener spoke softly. but your mission was always meant to take time. in order to truly defeat ursus, we must be more cunning than the bruin-witch. we must create stability here, and an image of benevolence to our neighbors, so that when the time comes ursus will have no friends. if we are to have stability, we must bring peace to alduin. come.

she turned, beckoning once more for her speaker to follow. this time she led him deeper into the cave, through a narrow tunnel hidden among the craggy stone walls. the tunnel split at its conclusion, the mouths of two caves yawning into the darkness. a soft glow radiated from within one of the chambers; it was this entrance the prophet chose. within, a hazy fragment of paradise lay hidden. sunlight gleamed through the broken ceiling, illuminating the lazy fog which danced and coiled in the small space. a small stream cut through the carpet of deep green moss beneath their feet, a silvered rush which disappeared through a wide crack in the stone at the cave's far end. mice scuffled and squeaked among the greenery.

tulok was the second to see this place. she had been the first.

there are more like this. too many to be counted. they are only a few of the wonders hidden in this sacred place. these islands hold many secrets; perhaps among them, we may find the answers we seek.