of lava and geothermal vents. I encountered an odd thing - pages of a Cyrodiilic manuscript, left periodically along the trail, leading to an encampment of three Ashlander women. They described themselves as witches, and they had a captured priest of the imperial cult, raving at me to kill them, packing every foul, racist term he could think of into his description of them.
I spoke with their leader briefly (quite a language barrier, they spoke very little Dunmeris, less than Yakum) - he had come proselytizing into their tribe’s larger camp nearby. He would have been killed on the spot by the camp's leader had the
three of them not intervened and claimed him as prisoner. They seemed taken aback when I asked whether he were a slave. They told me they are taking him to the edge of their territory, and his fate will be then in his own hands. Should he return he will likely be killed, but he can go back to Molag Mar if he chooses. I threw the manuscript pages in a lava pool as I headed north.
The path gradually declined, winding gently down through volcanic hills before reaching an ashy plain with a few trees and plants clustered in a radius around the geothermal vents that dot the area - mostly trama root and