The Wraith ' s Wedding Dowry Content . The Wraith ' s Wedding Dowry ( translated by Apthorne ) . “ The poets are right . There is something life - changing about being in love , ” said Kepkajna gra - Minfang , sometimes called the Wraith . “ I haven ' t wanted to rob anyone or anything in weeks . Why , the other day , I saw the door wide open at a wealthy merchant ' s house , but my mind was fully occupied with what I should wear on my wedding day . ” “ You have been out of the right society for very long now , ” frowned her friend Khargol approvingly . “ You never told me what happened to your first husband , you know , the one the shaman gave you ? ” “ Torn apart by ash ghouls , ” smiled Kepkajna dreamily . “ It was rather saddish . But I know nothing like that would happen to Wodworg . No life of adventure for him . He ' s practically an Imperial . In fact , he is one . Did I tell you how we met ? ” “ Hundreds of times , ” grumbled Khargol , reaching for his flagon . “ He was your jailer , and he refused you food until you promised to marry him . ” “ Have you ever heard of anything so madly romantic in all your life ? ” sighed Kepkajna , and then grew serious . “ I was going to say that I hope my old friends will wish me well , but as Old Bosriel used to say , there ' s no point in hoping for what cannot be . We ' ll leave with the Imperial Knights for Balmora immediately after the wedding , but as long as we ' re in Dagon Fel , the gang will find some way of disrupting my love life and bring me back to the light . I know it . ” As the days approached towards the Wraith ' s wedding day , there was certainly something sinister in the air that Kepkajna could smell when she was not transported by heady bliss . Dark figures seemed to shift in the shadows and disappear when approached . She recognized the clothing of some beggars near Wodworg ' s cottage as costumes , but the mendicants hurried away before she could recognize which of her old gang was stalking her . But these moments of apprehension were few . Kepkajna was truly happy , making arrangements for the ceremony to be performed at the very dungeon where Wodworg had imprisoned her . Her father was long since dead - - another victim of the ash ghouls - - but her fiance ' s commander volunteered to act in his behalf . Of course , Kepkajna had to supply her own dowry . She spent every last mark of her savings of ill - gotten gain to buy her beloved a truly wonderful present . The wedding was set for the stroke of midnight , as is Orc tradition . The handmaidens , wives of Imperial officers , were busily sewing her into her gown of red velvet and fine gold filigree in the mid - morning . Dolcetta , one of the handmaidens , remarked that she had heard that Kepkajna had bought Wodworg a truly beautiful gift for her dowry . “ Let me show it to you , ” Kepkajna giggled , dashing from the room half - dressed to her hidden alcove . The present had been stolen . The women were horrified , but the Wraith found herself merely irritated , not surprised . This was truly the old gang ' s style . They knew that a wedding ceremony without a dowry was marked as unlucky . She asked her handmaidens to finish dressing her quickly while she pondered what the burglars would have done with her treasure . The whole region was honeycombed with secret lairs and abandoned sites thieves used to store their loot . There were obvious places , of course , but after much reflection , she thought of where she would have put it under similar circumstances . Once the handmaids had finished , Kepkajna bade them to make certain that the ceremony went on as scheduled , and not to fret as she might be a little late . She wrapped herself in a shawl to protect her gown from dungeon dust and set off for the Shrine of Malacath . The Wraith had never before attempted to rob her own friends , and though she was peeved at them for trying to ruin her happiness , she had no interest in hurting them physically . Her style was to avoid conflict , though she knew it would be inevitable . The lessons her mentor Khargol had given her had helped her avoid the lances and blades of guards and Imperial Knights over the years : now she would see if they would allow her to survive a den of thieves and the unknown dangers of the Shrine . Without , most importantly , ruining her dress . The desolate place was so empty as she delved into it that she feared she might have made a miscalculation . It was not until she found the small room hidden down a long corridor that she knew she was at the right place , and that it was well suited for an ambush . She grabbed the chest with her treasure within , and turned to face the assault . Two of her old gang , Yorum and Yohr - i the Redguard twin brother and sister , were outside the door as she came from the room . They knew the Wraith better than to taunt her and immediately attacked . Yorum struck out with a left thrust of his blade while Yohr - i sought to rush her . The Wraith neatly sidestepped Yohr - i , while dropping her weight to her rear left leg , shifting her right shoulder to the left to slip past Yorum ' s strike . The twins crashed into one another and Kepkajna passed swiftly on . Almost immediately , she was set on by the Argonian Binyaar , his mace whistling through the air at her head . They had never much liked one another . The Wraith snapped into a duck , so the mace whacked with a tremendous clamor against the stone wall . Binyaar was thrown off balance , giving her a few seconds lead hurrying up the passage . Ahead she could smell the fresh night air . The last of her dowry ' s defenders was Sorogth , an Orc with whom she had shared a brief romance . It was he who Kepkajna knew had masterminded the theft . In a way and in context , she thought , his devotion to her misery was rather sweet . At the moment , though , she was most concerned with avoiding his barbed ax that seemed ideal for breaking her dress ' s fine stitchwork and the flesh beneath . Bending her knees slightly , bobbing to avoid strikes to the head , weaving her head to confuse Sorogth of her next move , shuffling her feet arrhythmically , the Wraith made an impossible target . She ducked inside his thrusts , sidestepped his swings , and then sidestepped his thrusts , and ducked his swings . As erratic as she tried to make her defensive moves , Sorogth still kept pace with her , refusing to budge from his position at the dungeon outlet . Midnight was coming , and the Wraith finally decided that she must end the confrontation . When Sorogth swung out next , she sidestepped to her left , swayed down , and ducked her head , so the ax whistled over her right shoulder . In that instant , his right side was exposed , and she reluctantly smashed the chest hard into his torso . There was not enough time for Kepkajna to see if she had killed him or merely knocked him unconscious . In truth , she thought of nothing else but rushing to her wedding ceremony . At precisely midnight , Wodworg and Kepkajna were united together . He was delighted with her dowry gift , a fine suit of armor that would make him the envy of other Imperial jailers . Even more , he was enchanted by his wife ' s tale of retrieving it from the Shrine of Malacath . “ Did it occur to you to put on the armor when you knew that it was an ambush ? ” he asked . “ I didn ' t want to dent your present , ” she replied , between kisses . “ And I certainly didn ' t want to wrinkle my gown . ”