"You handle that blade well for a boy with no fighting experience." Voratu stood over the Lurker with Miraak, looking over the corpse. "When I found out I didn't have magic I picked up sword fighting Voratu. It's what I'm good at." Wiping the blood from the blade Miraak looked about before finding what he sought. Walking over to the body of an unfortunate warrior who had no doubt come here for some personal gain. Kneeling down he pulled off the belt of the ebony clad warriors armor, strapping it around his own waist. "But are you adept at two blades?" Voratu asked, pointing out the second sword in it's sheath, hanging opposite the empty sheath on the belt. "Well enough to get us through the rest of this and to Zeref." Sheathing his new sword Miraak began to walk further into the tower like mountain. "You say that now..." Voratu trailed off before following Miraak.

Miraak stood at the wrought iron gate now that functioned as a door to Zeref's personal chambers. "Uncle Zeref, it's Miraak. I wanted to ask your help in looking for something." Quiet footsteps could now be heard inside as Zeref made his way to the sound of his visitors voice. "Miraak? What are you doing here? And what are you doing alone?" Zeref questioned, looking at his "nephew" as he opened the gate. "May I come in and explain please?" Miraak asked, trying to act as polite as he could to the man he saw as family. "Sure, come in." Walking along Zeref led Miraak into the chamber.

"So you are bound to a wraith, whose only memory is that he conquered Desierto, and his name is Voratu." Sighing now Zeref rubbed his forehead. "Just when I thought you might be condemned to a normal life, you manage to surprise me." Smiling Zeref looked at the boy. "Now what brings you here?" Voratu appeared beside Miraak now, speaking for Miraak. "We found out my identity through a mural of some sort in the wraith world. We wish to find more so I can fully comprehend who I once was, and how best to combat the Dark Lord." Zeref turned to Voratu now, "The Dark Lord? Whose that?" Voratu uncomfortably shifted his weight. "This I know not. The title has been seared in my mind for as long as I've walked this world in the afterlife. It has been a source of torment and motivation, I merely know I must bring him down, but not why." Voratu seemed to almost plead with his next words. "That is why we need you, to help us find these murals and their kin that I might gain my memory once more, and discover my true purpose once more." Sighing Zeref sat back in his chair. "I honestly don't know. I've never heard of anything like these murals. But I will scour Apocrypha for it. Come back in two days time, I'll share what I found then." Nodding Miraak stood, bowing respectfully to his superior. "Thank you Zeref. I'll leave you be now." Turning Miraak ran off, eager to go home.