That maybe she would have been fine if he hadn't met the Emperor. By the gods, he was beginning to miss her line of inquiry and the silence was making it hard not to think about her and how the Dark Elf desperately wished this wasn't happening. He slumped against a tree staring hard at this tomb that he hoped with all his being that it somehow lead him to wherever Kori was. The ivy that was slowly creeping up its walls were definitely pretty though. It just looked like some old dusty tomb to him with a map of Cyrodiil carved on one wall. Or maybe she just wanted the complete set? The Dark Elf groaned softly as he stared at this old tomb of some ancient prince long passed away, the one the Librarian swore was the clue she had found to what they were looking for. Though Tar-Meena had insisted she get her claws on all four books to decipher what hidden messages lay in their pages.
After his and Baurus's little escapade, Zoltan believed himself to have had enough of the Imperial sewers.
