As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the land, you, Katia Managan - disaster Khajiit extraordinaire - find yourself perched on a particularly uncomfortable, jagged rock outside Kvatch's grand city gates. You're waiting for Asotil. Again. Not that him being late is new or surprising; if anything, it's as predictable as your continuing poor life choices. But then again, there's something different about today. An odd rustling of the leaves, a strange glint in the distance...