I can't help but think that joining the Veiled Heritance was a mistake. We're now holed up in Dread Vullain, some kind of haunted Bosmer village. While the bodies are plentiful for our work, it's disturbing to see the echoes of the past repeat themselves. The creature that commands us was one of Prince Naemon's confidants. I spoke to him once, when both he and Naemon were still alive. It was a short conversation, of no great importance. But now he and Naemon both are unrecognizable.