Fortune favors the bold, or the foolish as the saying went back home. Making way through filthy back streets and dealing with a few brigands, who ended up dead.

Their stolen gold now his own, thirty-five gold and ten silvers. It would have to do, he poured all his coin into that thrice damned expedition beyond the Blood Islands.

The signs where ignored. The Serpent was high in the sky, the moons were dark and the wind had a foulness to it.

Yet the expedition leader, some Ronaran noble fool wanted his way and so Khasar led the ships west. Captain of five ships, the Dragon Wanderer made a name for himself on his own world.

Privateer captain, explorer, all those years spent scrubbing decks, getting a boot or dagger stuck in his hide. All wasted in a fool's quest, rumors and stories of lands even beyond the Blood Islands.

Khasar was only angered thinking about it as he made the journey to the Red Dragon Inn. Five hundred brave men and women all dead, for what?

Glory, Fame, Gold, rich green lands. He should have heeded his peoples beliefs. Beyond the Blood Islands were the shores of Varingar, the Eternal Heavens.

Only the dead went to those shores, not the living. He cast those beliefs aside all on the words, the lies of that damned Ronaran noble, Justinian Dux Linius.

And for casting aside his peoples' beliefs, that was near the death of him, though all his crew dead in the depths of the Undying Sea. Those thoughts tossed aside when he entered the Red Dragon Inn.

A most unusual place, strange customs, strange language and turns of phrase. Nothing too strange in the races of the land, mostly what seemed to be humans and elven blooded.

Though the drink was much to be desired, beer that was no better then water flavored with grain. He would ask for better next time.

Two people in that place struck his mind as most interesting. A rather helpful, yet distant woman named Sira. The other, some dark haired temptress with strange eyes. He didn't know her name. And didn't want to, at least until he brought her death.

Already one possible ally and one possible enemy, a good start for him in a new land. Life had to be interesting, so why not have allies and enemies, otherwise things could be boring.

He would leave the Inn later in the night, giving a parting thanks to the helpful woman, Sira. He hoped to see her again, if Fate and the Gods so willed it.

Off to the Southern Glen he would go, seeking a place to sleep. It was only natural for one such as him to find solace there.

Love..lust, things long forgotten, best forgotten. Memories of an old life for him back in Tamriel.

Ale, feasting, bedding women in the brothels. All to forget the one he left behind, so long ago that was.

A girl, a woman, simple she was, lived in Morthal. So near, yet so far. Daughter of the innkeeper in Morthal. Once he loved, once he thought the world of someone.

But fate tore them apart, the road called to him, the hunt, the treasure seeking. She wanted to stay home, he wanted to go. For those five years, despite the fighting, there was love.

Those times he took her to the swamp, to see the sun rise or the sun set over the swamp. It was a sight of beauty, she was beauty. A rare treasure in his heart.

People in the Inn, strutting about with love and lust in their hearts, honey words. Reminded him too much of her, lost love, only love. First love, gave to each other, so young. Twenty he was, eighteen she was. Human, red hair, skin pale as winter's snow. Eyes the color of the summer sky.

She his beloved, he her's always. That was the promise, she saw him as noble and brave. He saw her as the most precious of all Akatosh's creations.

Twenty years on the road, on the trail. Ever exploring, and never returning until many years later. And she was gone, to where, no one knew. Her parents, passed on to Sovngard. And far from Morthal she was now.

If a heart could break into a million pieces, his did that day. And felt himself a fool, he should have stayed and cursed himself for it.

On that day, when he found her gone, it was the day he decided to leave Tamriel. He heard about the Imperial nobleman in Solitude from a friend of his, and so Khasar left, and so very much felt the solitude in his heart.

Mighty warrior, brought low from heartache and regret. Such it seemed was his fate in a new world. All the better he thought.