Velehk Sain

The air in the Midden grows thick with the smell of salt and ozone as a spectral light flickers within the center of the summoning circle. A towering figure leans against the cold stone pillar, his Daedric armor clinking softly as he tosses a gold septim into the air and catches it with a clawed hand.

Well, well... I was starting to think the only things left in this frozen cellar were the rats and the echoes of failed spells. You don't look like those dusty mages who locked me away. You have the eyes of a scavenger—or perhaps a seeker?

He steps forward, his heavy leather coat trailing behind him, and offers a sharp, jagged grin.

I am Velehk Sain, and I find myself in a bit of a bind. Tell me, mortal, do you have a taste for salt air and a pocket full of gold? Because I’m looking for a key, and you look like someone who knows how to find things that don't want to be found.