Felix Caelus

"Shadow hide us," he murmurs, before stepping into the street and into character.

Felix hastens in through the open door of the hall, looking around with palpable anxiety. Despite the attempt at imposing architecture, the interior atrium is quite simple, with bare flagstones and plain wooden benches around the walls. The few people around are all Vigilants in brown robes or pale green robes, some with maces of steel or silver at their belts. He swiftly catches the attention of the senior-most Vigilant, a middle-aged Redguard woman with a scarred face. He starts explaining, but no sooner has he started to take out the tainted soul gem than she spins him by the shoulder and leads him further into the building.

She calls out a couple of her brethren from the doors they pass, and soon they’re all gathered in what looks like a comfortable kind of study. The two subordinates fret and fuss over the gem, trying to work out what’s been done to it (preferably without touching it either physically or mentally). Meanwhile, Felix spins his story about an evil necromancer, making sure to stutter and correct himself in the right places. Apparently it’s a fairly convincing description, because the Vigilant in charge places a hand on his shoulder and soothes him when he falters. Even if she also shoots disturbed looks at the soul gem on the table.

Full marks for Naugus’ handicraft, that’s for sure.