Reigenleif walked the streets of the hot, dry city, trying to not look conspicuous. Of course her efforts were unnecessary, she looked for all the world like a pale Redguard with the clothing she now wore, but nonetheless she couldn’t help but worry. She’d been given mage-robes in the Redguard style for her cover, and though she was loath to leave the hardy college robe that’d seen her across all of northern tamriel, the Redguard garb was actually surprisingly comfortable. The dark fabrics were thin and lighter than they appeared, helping to keep her cool in this inhospitable place, and the headscarf kept the sun off her fair skin. To conceal her face a small piece of coloured material was drawn across, leaving only her eyes and forehead visible, though easily unpinned should it prove stifling. Not only was it comfortable, but some pieces of the garb were quite intricately decorated. Reigenleif felt almost lady-like, for the first time since her childhood. Thankfully, it also had similar enchantments to her normal robes, though not quite as powerful, it meant she was not nearly as hampered in battle as the more martial of her comrades.

One of the primary contributing factors to her present worry was that a squad of guards had just rushed past her as though hunting a wrong-doer. When they had initially came down the street, she had thought that they were coming to seize her, thinking that someone had ratted her out. She had nearly thrown a preemptive fireball at them, but at the last moment she had realised they weren’t rushing for her, but past her. That had still left her on edge though. She couldn’t help but worry over which of her newfound friends had been found out. The thought of Zaveed captured bugged her more than the rest, but she tried not to think about that now.

Also contributing to her worry was the fact she’d had to leave behind a number of priceless and irreplaceable items for her cover. Though probably not so irreplaceable now, her Dwemer cloak was left with the rebels, as she couldn’t exactly wear an ancient Dwemer ceremonial cloak while trying to not get noticed by the same people who made it. What weighed more heavily on her mind though, were the Dwemer mechanism she’d fought so hard to retrieve, the key that would open the way to so much knowledge of their kind, and the Ancient Snow Elf dagger. Both of those items were unique and very precious to her, and leaving them in the hands of some redguard militants who not only didn’t know what they were worth but also despised everything to do with the Dwemer… It made her stomach turn. Heads would most certainly roll if she didn’t get those items back in exactly the same condition she left them.

She pushed those thoughts away for the moment though. They didn’t help her do what she was doing.

What was she doing though? She didn’t have a clue where to start in this grand plan. She was good at studying things that had been left behind by long dead people, and while she had some talent in helping individuals to join the long dead in Sovngarde, the subtlety of destabilising a government was most certainly not something she had in any great (or useful) amount.

What she would give for the chance to go and stare, poke and prod the Dwemer guards… The things she could learn studying live Dwemer! But no, they wouldn’t be very happy letting her