Charwich - Koniinge Letters , v1 Series . Charwich - Koniinge Letters , v1 is part of a four - part series . Content . 6 Suns Height , 3E 411 Kambria , High Rock My Dear Koniinge , I hope this letter reaches you in Sadrith Mora . It ' s been many weeks since I ' ve heard from you , and I hope that the address that I have for you is still up - to - date . I gave the courier some extra gold , so if he doesn ' t find you , he is to make inquiries to your whereabouts . As you can see , after a rather tedious crossing , I ' ve at long last made my way from Bhoriane to my favorite principality in High Rock , surprisingly literate and always fascinating Kambria . I at once ensconced myself in one of the better libraries here , becoming reacquainted with the locals and the lore . At the risk of being overly optimistic , I think I might have struck on something very interesting about this mysterious fellow , Hadwaf Neithwyr . Many here in town remember him , though few very fondly . When Hadwaf Neithwyr left , so too did a great plague . No one thinks it a coincidence . According to my contacts here , Azura is not his only master . It may be that when he summoned forth the Daedra and accepted her Star , he was doing so for someone named Baliasir . Apparently , Neithwyr worked for this Baliasir in some capacity , but I never could find out from anyone exactly what Baliasir ' s line of business was , nor what Neithwyr did for him . Zenithar , the God of Work and Commerce , is the most revered deity in Kambria , which served my ( that is to say our ) purposes well , as the people are naturally receptive to bribery . Still , it did me little good . I could find nothing specific about our quarry . After days of inquiry , an old crone recommended that I go to a nearby village called Grimtry Garden , and find the cemetery caretaker there . I set off at once . I know you are impatient when it comes to details , and have little taste for Breton architecture , but if you ever find yourself in mid - High Rock , you owe it to yourself to visit this quaint village . Like a number of other similar towns in High Rock , there is a high wall surrounded it . As well as being picturesque , it ' s a remnant of the region ' s turbulent past and a useful barrier against the supernatural creatures that sometimes stalk the countryside . More about that in a moment . The cemetery is actually outside of the city gates , I discovered . The locals warned me to wait until morning to speak to the caretaker , but I was impatient for information , and did not want to waste a moment . I trekked through the woods to the lonely graveyard , and immediately found the shuffling , elderly man who was the caretaker . He bade me leave , that the land was haunted and if I chose to stay I would be in the greatest danger . I told him that I would not go until he told me what he knew about Hadwaf Neithwyr and his patron Baliasir . On hearing their names , he fled deeper into the jumble of broken tombstones and decrepit mausoleums . I naturally pursued . I saw him scramble down into an enormous crypt and gave chase . There was no light within , but I had planned enough to bring with me a torch . The minute I lit it , I heard a long , savage howl pierce the silence , and I knew that the caretaker had left quickly not merely because he feared speaking of Neithwyr and Baliasir . Before I saw the creature , I heard its heavy breath and the clack of its clawed feet on stone moving closer to me . The werewolf emerged from the gloom , brown and black , with slavering jaws , looking at me with the eyes of the cemetery caretaker , now given only to animal hunger . I instantly had three different instinctive reactions . The first was , of course , flight . The second was to fight . But if I fled , I might never find the caretaker again , and learn what he knew . If I fought , I might injure or even kill the creature and be even worse off . So I elected to go with my third option : to hold my ground and keep the creature within its tomb until the night became morning , and the caretaker resumed his humanity . I ' ve sparred often enough unarmored , but surely never with so much at stake , and never with so savage an opponent . My mind was always on danger not only of injury but the dread disease of lycanthropy . Every rake of its claw I parried , every snap of its foaming jaws I ducked . I sidestepped when it tried to rush me , but closed the distance to keep it from escaping into the night . For hours we fought , I always on the defense , it always trying to free itself , or slay me , or both . I have no doubt that a werewolf has greater energy reserves than a man , but it is a beast and does not know how to save and temper its movements . As the dawn rose , we were both nearly unconscious from fatigue , but I received my reward . The creature became a man once again . He was quite considerably friendlier than he had been before . In fact , when he realized that I had prevented him from going on his nocturnal rampage through the countryside , he became positively affable . Here ' s what I learned : Neithwyr never returned to High Rock . As far as the old man knows , he is still in Morrowind . I visited the gravesite of his sister Peryra , and learned that it was probably through her that Neithwyr first met his patron . It would seem that she was quite a well - known courtesan in her day , and very well traveled , though she chose to return home to die . Unlike Neithwyr , Baliasir is not far away from me . He is a shadowy character , but lately , according to the caretaker , he has been paying court to Queen Elysana in Wayrest . I leave at once . Please write to me as soon as possible to tell me of your progress . I should be in Wayrest at the home of my friend Lady Elysbetta Moorling in a week ' s time . If Baliasir is at court , Lady Moorling will be able to arrange an introduction . I feel confident in saying that we are very close to Azura ' s Star . Your Friend , Charwich