Gelebourne ' s Journal Content . The eighth day has passed , and still there ' s no sign of the artifact . We ' ve covered most of the remainder of the outer guard tower , and scoured the crumbled gatehouse ruins , but not one clue has arisen as to where it may have been buried . It ' s quiet out here , as if the ruins were paying respects to the Ayleid inhabitants that disappeared here long ago . We haven ' t encountered anything hostile , but if we do , I think we ' re ready . The Brotherhood ' s been in worse scrapes before . Bradon paid good money for the information as to our treasure ' s whereabouts , and I hope it doesn ' t turn out to be yet another fiasco . This morning , our camp was set upon by some bandits who were protecting what they claimed was their territory . Considering that we were outnumbered three to one , we did very well . Only Raynil suffered a small wound , but that was easily healed by a potion that Bradon had thoughtfully brought with him on our expedition . After getting rid of the bandit ' s corpses , we set out to tackle the largest part of the ruin , the remains of the great keep . Two of the walls of the once - mighty structure were collapsed , scattering the telltale whitish rock so typical of the Ayleid architecture in this part of Tamriel . This made our assault on the ruin difficult , as many of the larger chunks of wall were far too heavy for us to move . Bradon suggested that we search the center of the building ' s foundation for any underground entrances , which was typical for this type of keep . His guess paid off , and after several hours of backbreaking work , we managed to clear an opening just large enough for us to squeeze through and enter an ancient stairwell leading down into the ground . We decided to wait until morning ' s light to begin our descent into the depths of the ruin . After a restless sleep , all of us were quite excited at the prospect of what might lie ahead . Eagerly , we dipped our torches in a fresh container of pitch , lit them , and entered the inky blackness of the stairwell . The stale air was choked with dust and fine grit , a sign that no one had entered this portion of the ruins in a very long time . We became excited , as that meant no other tomb robbers had gotten there before us . The stairwell eventually leveled out into a corridor of sorts that snaked its way to the north . As we carefully walked along , I scanned the floor and walls very carefully for any type of triggers , tripwires or pressure plates ; such was my specialty . The Ayleid were well known for their cunning traps protecting their tombs , and I wasn ' t taking any chances . Bradon , the scholar of the Brotherhood , was getting more and more excited as we traversed the passage ; he was translating the wall carvings and was becoming certain that we had finally found the true location of our prize . After walking for several more minutes , we were overjoyed to see what we were hoping to see : the hallway ended at a metal door with the carving of a spider upon it . Now came the true test of Bradon ' s information . The door supposedly had a puzzle lock ; by pulling the spider legs in a certain combination , it would unlatch . The wrong combination would spell our deaths , perhaps triggering a collapse of the hallway or some other equally deadly trap . With a shaky hand , I pulled the legs one by one in the order I had memorized : the sixth one , then the first one , the second one , the eighth one , and finally the first one again . I closed my eyes , as there were a few loud clicks and then the door popped open . We all breathed a sigh of relief . Pushing open the door , I looked in at a huge room with a pedestal at the center . Sitting on the pedestal illuminated by a shaft of sunlight from a tiny hole in the ceiling was our prize . The floor was covered in a huge mosaic of a stylized spider , all eight of its legs coming to a point and ending up at the door entrance . This was the last of the traps the Ayleid left behind to protect their treasure . Again , if it hadn ' t been for Bradon ' s skill at acquiring information , we may never had known how to solve this last line of defense . I instructed Bradon and Raynil to remain at the entrance and to tie a rope around my waist in case of a sudden pitfall . Carefully , I began to walk on the darkened tiles that formed the third leg of the spider . Sweat beaded on my forehead , as the pathway made by the tiny pieces of ceramic was very narrow at the start , and one slip could again mean instant death . But death never arrived . The information had been correct , and I was able to make it to the pedestal and secure the artifact ! Quickly as possible , we made our way back and out into the daylight . Once again , the Brotherhood was triumphant and it was time to return home . At the tavern that night , we decided to make a pact . We would stash the artifact in a cave not far from Bruma until we researched it further . An item of its magnitude could be very dangerous if mishandled , and we certainly didn ' t want to sell it without understanding its true value . Bradon agreed to contract a local cooper to construct a chest with three locks . Each of us would hold a key to one of the locks so none would have access to the artifact without the others being present . For the rest of the evening , we drank merrily and sang many a song of adventures passed , and adventures to come .