Dar'Kiir awakened to a familiar smell: cheese and moon sugar. Someone was making an Elesweyr fondue.
His head was pounding. Both the front and back. As he wandered down the hallway, he tried to remember what happened...
...Some guy in Dwarven armor tried to enter the ruins. Dar'Kiir gave him the usual threats, and then...
...There was a impact to the back of his head. Things get a little fuzzy after that, but the guy who entered threw something at his head, knocking him out cold.
Dar'Kiir felt his head. No blood, not even a bruise.
As Dar'Kiir silently crept into the main chamber, he saw a pile of four corpses. His former associates. He also saw the man who was most likely responsible for their death. He wasn't wearing his helmet, so Dar'Kiir could see his face. It was a Breton with short brown hair, and
ridiculous facial hair.
He was leaning over the cooking pot, which was most likely full of Elseweyr fondue. He was distracted. Now was the perfect time time strike.
Dar'Kiir reached for his dagger...
...Missing. But a Khajiit was never truly unarmed. Dar'Kiir crept up on the Breton with intent to claw his throat out.
"Ah, you're awake. I was starting to think I healed you for nothing."
Dar'Kiir decided against attacking the man. He no longer had the element of surprise, and this man had killed four of his associates.
"I hope you don't mind, but I took your moon sugar when I took your knife, and that note. I also took some ale from your friends so I could make some Elseweyr fondue."
He took the note? That's not good.
The man held the note he took from Dar'Kiir.
"Care to explain why the Thalmor had you infiltrate this group of bandits?"