Night Falls on Sentinel Quests . Rare Gifts . Rustleif , the blacksmith in Dawnstar , asks for the retrieval of a copy of the book for his pregnant wife , Seren . After completion of the quest , the Dragonborn is rewarded with an increase of one point of the Smithing skill . Content . No music played in the Nameless Tavern in Sentinel , and indeed there was very little sound except for discreet , cautious murmurs of conversation , the soft pad of the barmaid ' s feet on stone , and the delicate slurping of the regular patrons , tongues lapping at their flagons , eyes focused on nothing at all . If anyone were less otherwise occupied , the sight of the young Redguard woman in a fine black velvet cape might have aroused surprise . Even suspicion . As it were , the strange figure , out of place in an underground cellar so modest it had no sign , blended into the shadows . " Are you Jomic ? " The stout , middle - aged man with a face older than his years looked up and nodded . He returned to his drink . The young woman took the seat next to him . " My name is Haballa , " she said and pulled out a small bag of gold , placing it next to his mug . " Sure it be , " snarled Jomic , and met her eyes again . " Who d ' you want dead ? " She did not turn away , but merely asked , " Is it safe to talk here ? " " No one cares about nobody else ' s problems but their own here . You could take off your cuirass and dance bare - breasted on the table , and no one ' d even spit , " the man smiled . " So who d ' you want dead ? " " No one , actually , " said Haballa . " The truth is , I only want someone . . . removed , for a while . Not harmed , you understand , and that ' s why I need a professional . You come highly recommended . " " Who you been talking to ? " asked Jomic dully , returning to his drink . " A friend of a friend of a friend of a friend . " " One of them friends don ' t know what he ' s talking about , " grumbled the man . " I don ' t do that any more . " Haballa quietly took out another purse of gold and then another , placing them at the man ' s elbow . He looked at her for a moment and then poured the gold out and began counting . As he did , he asked , " Who d ' you want removed ? " " Just a moment , " smiled Haballa , shaking her head . " Before we talk details , I want to know that you ' re a professional , and you won ' t harm this person very much . And that you ' ll be discreet . " " You want discreet ? " the man paused in his counting . " Awright , I ' ll tell you about an old job of mine . It ' s been - by Arkay , I can hardly believe it - more ' n twenty years , and no one but me ' s alive who had anything to do with the job . This is back afore the time of the War of Betony , remember that ? " " I was just a baby . " " ' Course you was , " Jomic smiled . " Everyone knows that King Lhotun had an older brother Greklith what died , right ? And then he ' s got his older sister Aubki , what married that King fella in Daggerfall . But the truth ' s that he had two elder brothers . " " Really ? " Haballa ' s eyes glistened with interest . " No lie , " he chuckled . " Weedy , feeble fella called Arthago , the King and Queen ' s first born . Anyhow , this prince was heir to the throne , which his parents wasn ' t too thrilled about , but then the Queen she squeezed out two more princes who looked a lot more fit . That ' s when me and my boys got hired on , to make it look like the first prince got took off by the Underking or some such story . " " I had no idea ! " the young woman whispered . " Of course you didn ' t , that ' s the point , " Jomic shook his head . " Discretion , like you said . We bagged the boy , dropped him off deep in an old ruin , and that was that . No fuss . Just a couple fellas , a bag , and a club . " " That ' s what I ' m interested in , " said Haballa . " Technique . My . . . friend who needs to be taken away is weak also , like this Prince . What is the club for ? " " It ' s a tool . So many things what was better in the past ain ' t around no more , just ' cause people today prefer ease of use to what works right . Let me explain : there ' re seventy - one prime pain centers in an average fella ' s body . Elves and Khajiit i , being so sensitive and all , got three and four more respectively . Argonian s and Sload s , almost as many at fifty - two and sixty - seven , " Jomic used his short stubby finger to point out each region on Haballa ' s body . " Six in your forehead , two in your brow , two on your nose , seven in your throat , ten in your chest , nine in your abdomen , three on each arm , twelve in your groin , four in your favored leg , five in the other . " " That ' s sixty - three , " replied Haballa . " No , it ' s not , " growled Jomic . " Yes , it is , " the young lady cried back , indignant that her mathematical skills were being question : " Six plus two plus two plus seven plus ten plus nine plus three for one arm and three for the other plus twelve plus four plus five . Sixty - three . " " I must ' ve left some out , " shrugged Jomic . " The important thing is that to become skilled with a staff or club , you gotta be a master of these pain centers . Done right , a light tap could kill , or knock out without so much as a bruise . " " Fascinating , " smiled Haballa . " And no one ever found out ? " " Why would they ? The boy ' s parents , the King and Queen , they ' re both dead now . The other children always thought their brother got carried off by the Underking . That ' s what everyone thinks . And all my partners are dead . " " Of natural causes ? " " Ain ' t nothing natural that ever happens in the Bay , you know that . One fella got sucked up by one of them Selenu . Another died a that same plague that took the Queen and Prince Greklith . ' Nother fella got hisself beat up to death by a burglar . You gotta keep low , outta sight , like me , if you wanna stay alive . " Jomic finished counting the coins . " You must want this fella out of the way bad . Who is it ? " " It ' s better if I show you , " said Haballa , standing up . Without a look back , she strode out of the Nameless Tavern . Jomic drained his beer and went out . The night was cool with an unrestrained wind surging off the water of the Iliac Bay , sending leaves flying like whirling shards . Haballa stepped out of the alleyway next to the tavern , and gestured to him . As he approached her , the breeze blew open her cape , revealing the armor beneath and the crest of the King of Sentinel . The fat man stepped back to flee , but she was too fast . In a blur , he found himself in the alley on his back , the woman ' s knee pressed firmly against his throat . " The King has spent years since he took the throne looking for you and your collaborators , Jomic . His instructions to me what to do when I found you were not specific , but you ' ve given me an idea . " From her belt , Haballa removed a small sturdy cudgel . A drunk stumbling out of the bar heard a whimpered moan accompanied by a soft whisper coming from the darkness of the alley : " Let ' s keep better count this time . One . Two . Three . Four . Five . Six . Seven . . . "