Yelor pressed on, to a torture room where a female bosmer (wood elf) was slowly scraping at a Nordic man's leg, peeling away the skin with a curved and enchanted dagger. The Nordic man cried out in pain, barely clothed and tears streaming down her face.
"Please! I beg of you! I know nothing more, I swear!" she cried. The wood elf did not look satisfied and she stabbed the dagger into the Nord's thigh. The man screamed in agony, but the bosmer covered his mouth as she spoke to him.
"I don't like liars. See, liars mean that I can't get my job done. And if I can't get my job done, you'll just be stuck here for the remainder of the fourth era!" she hissed. Yelor then quietly called for the bosmer.
"Listener, I'm sorry to interrupt but I heard you asked for me?"
The bosmer looked up, pulling down her mask and hood with a smile at Yelor. Her hair was flowing a dark brown, and she had red war markings across her face that symbolised scars. Her skin was also a frail brown, just like any other bosmer.
"Ah. Yelor, just the man. I've had enough of these prisoners anyway... Come, let's walk and talk." the Listener said, placing a hand on Yelor's shoulders and walking out of the dungeon, leaving her dagger in the prisoner's body.
The two of them walked into a confined, circular hall.
"Your last assassination - how did that go?" she asked with a curious voice.
"Uhm good. Very go-."
"Well," the Listener interrupted. "I heard it was a Stormcloak officer that you killed, and would you believe it, that poor sod I've been torturing was one of his men." she stated as she pointed a thumb to her tortured victim. "It seems the Stormcloaks have bumped up their racism..."
Yelor looked at her with eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean?"
"Ulfric doesn't just now oppress any non-Nords with foul words and increase in prices for them, but now he is trying to kill them all." she expressed, leaning against the wall. "He first killed all the non-Nords in Windhelm, which wasn't very much anyway, and then moved down to Kynesgrove and is spreading more and more through Eastmarch. His next targets are The Rift, The Pale and Winterhold. He's calling it his 'Great Purge'."
Yelor growled as he clenched a fist in disgust.
"Rrr... I've never like Ulfric! He pursued in setting Skyrim and its people free, but now he is slaughtering them - Like cattle! It's why I joined the Brotherhood..."
The Listener continued, skimming over what he said.
"But as you may or may not know, I am not exactly a Nord. In fact, you're one of the only Nords in the entire Brotherhood."
Yelor looked at her again with narrow eyes of inquisition.
"What are you leading up to...?"
The Listener smiled.
"You and I are going to attack some reported Stormcloak patrols around The Pale..."