Our trip to Coldharbour has gone somewhat awry. I do hope this doesn't prove too inconvenient for dear Lady Laurent. She expects things to go smoothly (and quite rightly so).
My plight is that I find myself separated from the others and in the clutches of extremely beautiful Daedra.
The Daedra have been polite so far, if not a little lascivious. Still, as fair as they are, I cannot be sure I can fully trust them.
They hold me within a tower. I will continue to write these notes and drop them from my window until I am rescued. If you are reading this, could I prevail upon you to offer some assistance?
—Stibbons, Manservant
