She should have been asleep, but she wasn’t. The house was filled with silence, the shop beneath her in its few hours of slumber before the new girl would emerge from the hidden basement and begin the early morning work of turning flour, yeast, and water into dough. But inside of her head there was a deafening roar.
After weeks upon weeks of tossing her words out into the aether, the diminutive and sickly Khajiiti mage had fallen into a routine. Wake up, stare at the ceiling for however long, get cleaned up, explore for whatever passed for hours on end. It was hard to discern the passage of time in Apocrypha, but such irritations didn't matter much now, anyway.
This guide to the City of Light and Magic was written over a century ago, though that would be outdated considered to many outlanders, but to the long lived Dunmer this is but a fairly recent issue. Ordinator Delanrys suggested that I read over it as he is seeking a Adjuvant to create a new guide.