“Ah yes, Winston. Here with your daily complaint briefing?” Indigoblade asked while arranging the case of firebrand wine he received on the shelf.

Winston tugged his vest smartly and snapped open the letter. “This is not a letter of complaint, sir.”

Indigoblade stopped midway reaching for a bottle of wine. “Well now, perhaps I will be sober today after all. Pray tell, my good Winston, what glowing report do you have for me?”

“It is a warning, sir.”

“A warning? Someone sent me? Me?” He shook his fist in the air. “Indigoblade. Leader of the great OBIS bandit hunting clan. A name I’m sure they know well!”

Winston peered over at his employer then returned to the letter. “It is from the Psijic Order.”

“The what?”

“Psijic Order, sir. Very strange group of mages, if I say so myself.  They are most mysterious and quite powerful. Odd thing is they have not been heard of for as long as a century. That is until recently.”

Indigoblade took the sketches from Winston that were included with the letter. “What happened recently?”

“The mages claim that one of your agents removed an eye from…”

“Nonsense! That sounds like the mark of an assassin.”

“From some old ruins called Saarthal and are holding a Psijic Order mage hostage with some spell at the College of Winterhold along with the Arch-Mage. The bandit hunter is charging admission to come see the Eye at the College as well.  Sergius Turrianus seems to like this as it’s a good way for the College to bring in some money”

“I had no idea, but it’s fascinating. Assuming it’s true, of course.”  Indigoblade sighed and pulled one bottle of wine off from the shelf. “What is the warning?”

“This warning is passed to you because you have set in motion a chain of events that cannot be stopped by sending your bandit hunters into Skyrim. Judgment has not been passed, as you had no way of knowing what extent your hunters would go to get information from others. Judgment will be passed on your actions to come, and how you deal with this dangerous bandit hunter employed by you.”

Indigoblade took a drink of wine directly from the bottle then pointed it at his butler. “Why that doesn’t make any sense at all. Send Jebbalon to the college, he’ll know how to break the spell.”

“And the bandit hunter?”

Indigoblade was taking another swig from the bottle. “Get me a ticket for admission, I want to see that Eye.”