"Yeah. Though, we shouldn't discount her. I'm not entirely convinced she even sleeps."

"That seems unlikely."

"She's not exactly a likely person, but yeah."

"Did you have any further questions?"

"Not really, no."

"Then I will see you later."

"See you."

And she departs.

The next day, Harkon calls her into his study, and tells her to go talk to a vampire by the name of Garan Marethi, passing on the simple message, "It is time."

She does so (apparently being a newby here involves being demoted to messenger duty. Joy. But she's worked her way up in ranks before, she can again). Garen apparently understands the cryptic message, because he tasks her with a fetch quest to take the "bloodstone chalice" to Redwater Den. 

She's heard of it, once - a notorious skooma den outside of Riften. Just great.

Ena informs Elana of where she's going, then sets out alone. She's able to use her connections with the Thieves' Guild to get in easily enough, then ghosts past the attendant to unlock the door into the depths of the den.

...Which turns out to be full of yet more vampires. Who are not, luckily, on very high alert. She's never sniped this full a room before, and she starts to regret having alienated her tank of a sister by the time she gets through, but she survives, even if she requires a few heals on the way.

Turns out that two of the members of the court decided to try to have her assassinated. Joke's on them in the end.

She trudges back to Volkihar Keep, explains to Garan what happened, receives his warning about treachery with a blank face (she doesn't know what she expected, but - maybe something more like the Brotherhood), and then goes to meet Harkon. 

"You wanted to speak with me?" she asks, entering his chambers. 

"Yes. When I told you I was grateful for my daughter's safe return, I told the truth. But I didn't tell you everything."

She nods. "I suspected that."

"Good. Come with me - "

And he leads her to the throne room, where the other vampires are gathered, and says, "Scions of the night! Hear my words! The prophesied time is at last upon us. Soon we will claim dominion over the sun itself, and forge a new realm of eternal darkness. Now that I have reclaimed one of my Elder Scrolls, we must find a Moth Priest to read it. I have lured one here. Go forth, and search for rumors of a Moth Priest within our borders. Go now, and carry out this task. This is my command!"

Oh, great.

Ena walks up to Elana after the vampires are dismissed to their task. "Hey. How've you been doing? Do you know what he meant by the 'prophesied time'?"

"Remember our talk about the end of the world?"

"Seriously."

"Yes."

Why do the weird things always happen to her. First talking corpses, now this. 

"He thinks he can make it work for us?"

"He believes it will work for him."

"Do you know any details beyond - world of darkness, domination of the earth, all that? I hope he's not being literal, unless he's found a convenient blood fountain we need humans to live, and humans kind of need the sun."

"No. Presumably, there are further details in the Scroll."

"Well, let's find this 'Moth Priest,' then."

"If he came from Cyrodiil, it was likely by sea. We should start in Solitude or Windhelm."

"Good idea. Solitude's closest. The carriage drivers are usually up on the latest gossip, and we can ask around the docks, too, or at the inn."

"Right. Let us not waste time. Meet me by the dock in an hour."

"Sure thing." 

She's there at the appointed time; she hadn't really had to do anything to get ready, having just arrived, instead only stopping for a brief meal.

They cross to the mainland without incident, and head towards Solitude.

Ena asks the carriage driver a few questions, and successfully persuades him to tell her that he recently dropped an old man in grey robes who'd come up from the docks off at Dragon's Bridge, not too long ago.

"That's just down the road from here," she says to Elana. "With any luck, he won't have gotten far."

"Let us move swiftly, then."

To Dragonbridge.

Where everyone they ask seems to have no knowledge whatsoever of an old man in robes who passed through.

Ena huffs, then looks around. There's a boy that's been idly following the newcomers, clearly too curious for his own good.

"Boy, what's your name?" she asks him.

"Clint!" he responds. "Who're you? I'm patrolling the town, since dad won't let me be a soldier. You're supposed to identify yourself."

"Ena at-Sharinda," she responds patiently. "You're doing a very good job, I'm sure the Empire will be glad to have you when you're older. Have you seen a Moth Priest come through? He'd be an old man, likely in grey robes."

He nods. "Yeah! An old man like that came through with some Imperial soldiers. They got into a wagon and headed south across the bridge. They didn't stick around to visit, though, just left. Wasn't too long ago, you should be able to catch up. Why're you looking for him?"

"It's important for the war. You've been a big help." Well, a war. 

He smiles, and she manages to shoo him off to go 'patrol', then Ena turns to Elana. "South along the road. They'll probably be going slow, carriages often do along there."