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The Penitus Oculatus had already started working early in the morning. I.L.A.P.O is almost always a busy place. Agents were practically drilled to wake up early and Knight was no exception even though he had left the title ‘Agent’ longsince.

As always he sat at his desk on third floor, going through dossiers while smoking his pipe. The ex-field agent looked down his spectacles to get a closer look on the old Thalmor dossiers in front of him. He despised those human-hating elven supremacists, but at least they were tidy and organised. Unlike those mage states, he had to deal with these days. Everything of the Adamantine’s was written in code, double meaning or magical ink. But literally, everything. Once they even found a ‘decoy’ groceries shopping list, which had taken them a whole night to decipher. No those mages weren’t stupid.

But the work was tedious. That’s also what the P.O. had turned into recently. An office, more than a guild hall or sorts. It couldn’t be more different from the blades.

Knight took a sip of his coffee. Coffee all the way from Elsewyr.



“Back to the matter at hand.” He concluded as he started filling in more details of the Night Mother Dossier.