Skyrim can wait. Back in Cyrodiil Lena still has a lot to do. She needs to get back her house in Bravil which got repossessed by the county under the feeble excuse that Lena had been absent for a couple of centuries. So what! She had business in the Shivering Isles – time passes differently there, and longevity is not an issue for a vampire anyway… ex-vampire… What does it matter?!

The house got taken, and there’s nothing left to do but to buy it again. Which requires funds, which in turn requires some serious adventuring.

Thinking these serious thoughts, and possibly muttering to herself, Lena spent some time at the Arcane University making custom spells and picking ingredients in that lovely garden of theirs, as well as shopping in the Market District. There, quite absent-mindedly, she bumped into something shiny. Looking up and shielding her eyes, she realised that she was looking at a highly polished suit of steel armour, probably the best looking steel armour in the whole of Tamriel. Inside it was a tall Nord on the better side of 40.

Hauk Serck-Hanssen was a Mages Guild battlemage, currently doing what all soldiers do in peace times – nothing. Hauk was a Mages Guid Evoker, just like his twin brother Iver (who insisted on dropping his last name out of false sense of modesty), but unlike Iver, Hauk was not a “proper” battlemage. “It doesn’t become a battlemage to meddle with schools of Illusion or Conjuration – such mind-altering magic is for vampires and necromancers!” – you’d think Arch Mage Travis would have outlawed those schools along with Necromancy, given half a chance. Hauk took no notice of this new order of decent behaviour, and as a result his assignments became far and few between.

Picking up Lena’s muttering about “needing to raid a few Ayleid ruins for Welkynd stones” and “going goblin hunting in Skingrad County”, he put on his most gallant expression and introduced himself – “On behalf of the battlemages, may I welcome you to the Arcane University–” and then cleverly did not say “Recruit” or “Apprentice”. Because this is not how you get into the good books of a young and pretty Breton who somehow does not seem to be in her early 20s as her looks might suggest.

But instead: “Can I be of some assistance on the goblin hunt, not that you would need any, of course?”

Why, what do you know! Adventuring with a friend is so much more fun! Lena’s University life just got more interesting.