---Heartfire,
11th, 4E 201---
I
helped the couple in Markarth to find each other. It was as simple as
getting the two to open up. I feel that these missions from Mara are
teaching me a lesson. First I helped a girl to realize her true
feelings, and then I helped a man learn to open up and express his
feelings.
Also
in Markarth today, in the Hall of the Dead, while helping the priest,
I met a woman named Eola who freely admitted to being a cannibal in
the Cult of Namira, one of the more dspicable Deadric Lords. She
could sense somehow that I had tasted human blood and flesh, though
she did not realize that it was during combat in my beast form, and
so she assumed me to be a cannibal as well and elicited my help. I
have decided to play along long enough to discover and expose the
entire cult for what it is. Hopefully, by tomorrow night, there will
be no Cult of Namira in Skyrim.
I
have, in fact, already carried out one task for Eola and cleared the
barrow housing Namira's shrine of Draugr. The shrine itself was
terrifying. It is not a shrine, but an altar resembling a table, and
it is placed in a room set up as a feast hall. Just the thought makes
me shudder. I will sleep easier once this cult is abolished. I may
not actually, in fact, get any sleep tonight thanks to what I saw,
and if I do sleep, I'm sure that that sleep will be filled with
nightmares.
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