Septim is dead, and the Amulet of King's is in my hands. It's a curious necklace, it's as if a part of it refuses to be worn. I should take it back to the Isles and see what Gilcalmo can make of it, get out before these damned humans decide to stick me back in that dungeon. Yet I feel that there may be some truth to what the old man said. Dagon is on the move.