The joy of meeting our brother has quickly faided as I walk these halls of dead dwemer again. Moons have turned dark. These flickering corridors are endless. All these ruins are identical. And still I feel lost all the time.

It appears I'm following a trail of another adventurer. She was searching something called Guardian Eye. Her hunt seems as fruitless as mine. But atleast I get the direction where to go next. If Aldunz fails me, I will continue to Yldzuun.

In my misery I like to forget that there is some progress to my work here. Ancient machines swarming here contain scraps of dwemer metal. I have dismantled many, thus I have a nice pile of material to work with in future.

I have not heard from you for a while. Hope you are well,

Marrazz the Mist