Chapter Two: The Hell?!

Escaping the evil tangent, something miraculous has occurred! Sleeping beauty has awoken!

You know, the way the moon hits the jail cell window, it would seem like it was still sunny out.

So, gazing at the Imperial, he seems to be fooling around with the chains and bones in the jail cell, admiring the shadows. I really hope I didn't get caught with a moonsugar addict; I was in a skooma den the other day and, the whole time, a group of sugar-heads are drinking skooma like they are dehydrated.

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Well, I asked the Imperial who he was and, surprisingly, he gave me an answer; he is such a silent fellow, you'd think he would never talk. Turns out his name is "Cassius Varo", and he has no idea why he is in prison... figures, he's a pot-head... Heh, that's a good nickname for someone who smokes Skooma from those pipe-like pots, 'Pot-head'... I gotta remember that.

So, the dunmer starts to tease and taunt the Imperial, mocking him about how he is an imperial and how his brethren betrayed him, and the rat, and etc. I swear, if it wasn't for this cage, I'd kill the bastard and feed him his own insides. Oh great... it's raining.

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Well, as luck would have it, the weather decided to prove itself with a heavy downpour. There is enough rain to drown a horse!

Oh crap, here come the guard. Back under the table with you...

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Check this out:

A bunch of well armored guards walked out of the prison hall with an extremely well dressed male, and the guards have locked the door. I hear the old man talking about how his sons are dead and how the guard need to save him. Oddly enough, they walk towards this cell. While I'm at the table, the imperial has gone near the cell door.

The guard looked surprised to see us in the cell; odd. When she demanded reason for us, some Imperial identified as 'Glenroy' stuttered with an excuse about how he 'mixed up with the watch'. Well, we were both pushed to the window as the old man walked in. Another man in unique armor, a redguard by the looks of it, stayed close to the emperor as the old man walked towards Cassius.

To quote him, "You... I've seen you." "Let me see your face..." The old man studied Cassius's face carefully before looking paralyzed. "You are the one from my dreams!" Classic... "Then this is the day... Gods give me strength!"

That old man was really starting to creep me out. Cassius spoke up with one of the worst of questions; "What's going on?" The old man explained that his sons were killed and some assassins were after him; then he said something about an escape route leading through this jail cell. I'm in enough trouble as it is; If I walk out there, I'm a dead man.

What almost made me fall over and die was when Cassius asked him who he was. This old man was Uriel Septim VII... THE GOD-DAMNED EMPEROR. Least to say I was surprised. This guy, the guy who gave me and some dunmer in Vvardenfell a prison pardon was the damned Emperor!

I was going to tackle him and ask him thousands of questions... like why his damned guard has locked me in prison for which I was framed!

But all that came out was, "Gah..."

He took a brief look at me then turned back to Cassius. This guy gave me a pardon and he didn't even care who I was?! I knew there was a mistake in Vvardenfell! They mixed up papers and ended up adding one more prisoner then what they needed.

So, the female pressed a brick and all of the sudden, the bed disappears and is replaced with a secret entrance. Here is a crossroad.

I could:

A: Follow the group into this secret passage, risk going back to prison or maybe even death, and find out what the hell the emperor is talking about...

or

B: Stay in my cozy cell eating delicious bread and drinking dirt-speckled water until I die of boredom.

Well, I've lived through enough already; why not roll the die one more time?