Hinaamo ' s Journal Content . Entry 271 Ciryarel lived a long and blessed life , even for an Altmer , but no more . Captain Rahiba believes she was killed by the Crosstree Bandits . " A natural end to a life of Skooma use , " as she put it . Nonsense ! My wife was no skooma fiend . Such aspersions slight her memory ! Regardless of the Khajiit ' s assumptions , the Crosstrees are to blame . The evidence is overwhelming — broken phials scattered about the shore where she was found , the marks cut into her face — all of it points to the smugglers . Trinimac aid me , I will see her avenged ! Entry 272 Waited by the docks for the better part of a week . Saw one of those fiends make a sale . Tried to follow him , but he saw me . Made a noise , two short whistles , one long . Must remember . Two of his friends jumped me from the rooftops . Beat me bloody . Tossed me off the dock . Awoke as the tide washed the blood from my wounds . Still feel the sting . If I am to pursue these vermin — and vermin they are ! — I must learn to defend myself . Huthak is a sturdy fellow and a fine friend . Years of dealing with surly drunks and ruffians have taught him many things , and he carries himself with a warrior ' s grace . Tomorrow I will ask him to teach me what he knows . Entry 273 Huthak could not stop laughing . He said I was like a kitten mewling for sweetcake s ! When I explained myself and asked if he would teach me , his manner changed . He said , " Go to the temple of Two - Moons Dance . Ask for Dog - Bite - Me . Tell her what you told me . " I leave tomorrow . I told Olwanenya I ' ll be fishing the tidal pools near Windcatcher Plantation . I think she believed me . Entry 274 Dog - Bite - Me ' s story is not unlike my own . She lost a brother to the Crosstrees and came to Windcatcher Plantation . She wanted to learn how to fight . But she says the monks are trained to think . Every martial lesson is a puzzle . Until students demonstrate their understanding , they cannot advance . Riddle ' Thar gave her guidance and tempered her need for revenge with a desire for justice . When she did act , it was calculated and precise . The Crosstrees never realized it was anything but an accident . Entry 275 My training proceeds well , though I have some difficulty with Riddle ' Thar . It seems one must view one ' s self as a tiny part in a greater schema . A novel way to think . Entirely different from the ways of old Aldmeris , though I admit it is far more flexible . Especially in regards to moral qualms . I will meditate upon this . Entry 276 A calm settles about my thoughts . Sleep comes easily , where before it was elusive . Ciryarel ' s thread crosses mine in dreams where we watch our daughter spread wings and fly across the framework suspending us all . Across the void , the Crosstrees ' thread glimmers like a dagger in the night . How easy it would be to sever their cord ! To send them tumbling into the darkness beyond ! But imprecision is the greatest enemy . So I wait . I watch . And I learn . Entry 277 Dog - Bite - Me says the Crosstrees are vulnerable . Direct confrontation is out of the question . Better to sever those threads who stray from the rest , fraying the cord until it snaps . This one is ready .