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Corana took another drink of the brandy. She had drunk about an entire mugfull during the story, but didn't feel it at all. She was back in that horror, living it again, feeling her hand ache along with all the other pains.

"When Kane stepped across that threshold, a Dwarven Centurion came to life.  If the gods had been kind, he'd have died then, but he ran back and took cover. They all did.  They fought it, together, while I lay there defenseless.  I guess now that they were so close to their goal they suddenly grew balls.  It didn't bother me, except for nearly stepping on me.  I hurt so bad--my hand especially.  My left hand.  All the fingers were broken where he stomped on it with his boot.  They didn't lose a single man.  Then they all trooped into the room and I heard them whooping in triumph.

I had to see. I had to see what I was dying for. Somehow I got to my hands and knees--well, hand and knees--I kept the smashed one close to my body--and crawled to peek around the door. They had found this."

Corana got up and walked over to the armoire where she hung her clothes. She dug in the bottom for a moment and pulled out a cube shape. It was made of pure Dwemer gold and covered in Dwemer symbols. It glowed.

"They called it a Lexicon.  Apparently someone was going to pay them a lot of septims for it."

(Good night everybody.)