The Sanctuary lay quiet for the late hour. It's Speaker milling about in the common room by the light of a single candle, a quill in his hand and parchment upon the table, scribbling frantically. There was some desperation it seemed. Elsewhere the skeletal guardians, clad in thick plate that absorbed magic like a sponge does water follow their nightly pattern, never following the same path twice. One mistake not made twice. Each guardian checked the entrance, walking to it's gateway before turning back. The wards were in place, none but those Sithis' killers would gain entry to this new home. Candle light was snuffed. A ball of white light followed the lightly dressed dunmer wandered for food, freshly stocked twice a day from local sources. Milk, refrigerated by magicka enchanted cupboards. Bread, still warm as if from the baker's oven itself. A fitting late night meal. "Do pray this finds you in good health, Listener. I am woefully LONELY!" The last was shouted as the scroll began to evaporate into nothingness. New contracts would arrive as new member's came to call this their home, their Sanctuary. Some say the Dark Brotherhood is divided. No more. Not under this magi's watch.