Just outside of Firebrand Keep there stands the dilapidated ruin of an old watchtower. Upon closer inspection I discover a trapdoor leading down to subterranean chambers perhaps once used as barracks or storage, although the presence of stocks and heavy iron gates suggest that it may also have served a more disquieting purpose. I hear voices upon the dank and fusty air and remember that nothing abandoned in these lands will remain unoccupied for long.
It appears a group of bandits led by a Breton and a Khajiit have made occupation of the ruin, but to what intent? Scraps of messages found on table and corpse intimate only that mutiny and unrest amongst their number undermines whatever insidious ambitions they might have.