In an inn Phantom ate a salmon steak with a mug of mead, which tasted not bad at all, actually. Only after that Danny started to search for the shrine. It didn't take long actually, bypassers told him where it was. It was rather small on the inside. There was only one statue of some armored guy in winged helmet. He looked a lot like viking. There was also an altar shaped like an axe.

"Oh, you made it, wonderful."

From behind the column came a young brown haired man with tricky dark warpaint on his face.

"Well, I'm here, what do want?" Danny shrugged.

"I'm Eltrys, and I'm sorry for dragging you in our problems, but this attack in the market means we don't have much time."

"What do you mean?"

"You want answers? I want them, too. A man attacks someone under daylight, and everyone knows he is a forsworn, yet the guards do nothing...nothing but clean up the mess."

"And you want me to find out why," Danny said without enthusiasm.

"It has been like that for years. Everything I see is murder and blood. I need help, please, I need you to find out why that woman was attacked, and who is behind these attacks. I'll pay for any information you bring me."

"But why don't you do that? I'm a simple teen."

"Someone is looking for me, I can feel it. And as for your age, that's exactly why you should do that. No one will ever suspect you, and even if they will, you obviously can stand for yourself."

"Well...you are lucky my job is saving people's butts. I'll do it."

"Thank you. Stay safe out there."

Phantom walked out of the small room. While looking at the city below he was thinking about where to start his investigation. Probably from that woman, that man probably had reason to attempt to kill her. Last time he saw her in the same tavern he had his breakfast. Hopefully she was still there. Danny hid in the alleyway and went ghost, before invisibly flying half across the city.

Once he got to the tavern and found the woman, Phantom switched back to his human form in empty room. He briefly examined furniture. The most confusing thing was stone bed. How could anyone sleep on it? Thankfully someone had any intelligence to put brown fur on piece of rock to make it softer. Snapping out of his thoughts, Danny opened heavy metal doors and entered the main hall of the warm inn.

The woman was sitting on the wooden chair near stone fireplace. Danny walked closer to her.

"Hey there," Phantom greeted with a smile.

"Oh, hello," she smiled. "Nice to see you again, ehm..."

"Daniel," Danny smiled too, sitting on another chair.

"Daniel, that's a strange name."

"Well, that's my name, it's not like I can pick it. Look, I came her to ask you something, if you don't mind."

"Alright, go ahead."

"About that accident at the marketplace, do you know why someone would want you dead?"

"I don't know, I just went out to buy some jewelry for my sister in Cyrodil, that's all."

Danny almost believed her words. Almost. He felt like she wasn't telling him something, and he voiced his doubts.

"Ah, damn, I must be losing mg touch," the woman muttered. "Alright, I guess it won't harm more. I am a spy of General Tullius. I was sent here to investigate the Silverblood family and their business here in Markarth. They own Cidhna mines, the toughest jail here in Skyrim. They throw there everyone they don't like. Believe me, Thonar Silverblood is behind that attacks. You will find him in Markarth Treasury house."

"Hm, and what about the attacker?"

"Wreylin? I only know that he is from the Warrens. This is a place where extremely poor people live. It's in front of Cidhna Mines in lower city."

"Thank you for your cooperation," Danny grinned, before getting up.

He knew where to go. Phantom saw the Treasury while walking around the city. Danny arrived to his destination rather quickly, it was just behind the corner. Insides of the building had a strong vibe of modern banks. But, keeping all the treasures behind one cell door was stupid.

One blond woman near the 'counter' noticed that they had a visitor.

"This isn't a playground, lad, get lost," she said.

"Hey, lady, no need to be rude. I'm here to see Thonar Silverblood. Cool last name, by the way, was he born with it?"

"Thonar doesn't accept visitors. So unless you are with the message, door is there."

"Laady, if you don't let me in I'll find the way and Thonar will get an infarct. You don't want your boss to die from heart attack, right?"

"If you think that thought up words are going to scare me then you are wasting your time."

"Thought up words?! Those are medical facts!"

"Get. Lost."

"Ugh, stupid backward society, no appreciation for medicine!" He muttered angrily under his nose, walking out of the building.

Once outside, Phantom became invisible and went through the wall. He stomped through every door on his way until entering what looked like living quarters. There was only one middle aged man with gray hair on his balding head. The man was too busy reading a book in his hands, he didn't acknowledge the half ghost's presence. Deciding not to act too early, Danny looked around for any evidences first. In presence of the suspect, right. Rather soon he found Thonar's diary by the looks of it. The journal was hidden in one of the desks.

Luckily for him, it was indeed a good evidence.

'Madanach is becoming unruly. You'd think that 20 years in prison would calm a beast like him down a bit. Maybe I should have let the Jarl execute him after the uprising after all.

Still, he's been invaluable in getting rid of several "problems" over the years. Maybe I'm overreacting. No one knows about our little arrangement. Not even the Forsworn. I wonder how they would react knowing their "King in Rags" was one of my most valuable assets?

This little shadow rebellion of his better not start to include me, though. If I find out he's even thinking about double-crossing me, I'll make sure he dies in Cidhna Mine, like the animal he is.'

Danny grinned invisibly. He was one step closer to solving the puzzle. But it still wasn't enough.

Holding the journal, he walked out of the building, before becoming visible again. Phantom decided to go to the lower part of the city. However, one of the guards blocked his path.

"Hey, is that you who is snooping around, questioning people?" He asked, crossing his hands.

"Yep," Danny grinned.

"My advice, drop it. Or you'll learn what happens with those who are too smart."

"Oh, so I am smart? Thanks a lot!" Phantom kept grinning, turning away and continuing his path.

On the inside, however, he was thinking. Something was definetly wrong with that city. He walked down along with the river, until reaching a small metal door. Danny opened it and walked inside.

Well, it was definitely a place where poor lived. Bad smell, antisanitary...alright he was thinking about medicine too much. But, it seemed like that place once was a part of the ancient underground city. Danny was greeted by one smelly guy dressed in rags.

"You don't look like you belong here," the man said.

"Yeah, I'm simply looking for answers. What do you know about Wreylin?"

"Everything has its price. Information does, too. I will even give you a key."

"Hm...hiding information? I doubt that the guards will like this lack of cooperation."

"At least they feed in prison," the man grumbled.

"Yes, but they work without payment in inhumane conditions."

"Eh, fine, take the key, lad. Wreylin's room is the last on the right."

"Thanks a lot."

Danny went where the man was pointing. He used the key to open the door. The room was even worse for the wear than the rest of the 'building'. Only one sleeping bag and old desk in half destroyed room, where half of the space was filled with underground dirt. Grimacing from the smell, Danny found a small note under covers of previously mentioned sleeping bag.

'Wreylin, you have been choosen to strike fear in the hearts of the Nords. Go to the market. You know what to do.

N.'

Raising his eyebrow, Danny walked out of the room and went towards the exit. Outside he was greeted by a tough looking guy in steel armor, who stood on his way. Phantom stood there and waited.

"Are you going to move out of the way or you are just going to stand here?" Danny asked after a minute of uncomfortable silence.

"You have been snooping where you don't belong. I'm here to teach you a lesson."

"Are you from Lancer? I told him my essay shall be done by tomorrow...I guess I failed, yeah. Give me your best."

"Ha, you asked for it, boy."

The thug swung his fist, but Danny ducked out of the way and in one jump appeared behind him. Phantom then hit the man in his back, using his supernatural strength. The man yelped and stumbled forward. The man regained his composure and attacked again, starting series of swings, jabs and punches. All the way Danny was slowly walking back, right to the wooden bridge, a plan forming in his head. Of course, he could beat him in a pulp, but it wouldn't be that funny.

After being humilated yet again, the man turned to the grinning boy. The two got a considerable audience. The thug attacked him again with a roar. Danny grabbed the fist, before kicking him in stomach with his knee. The thug grunted as the air was pushed out of his lungs. He used his free hand to punch Danny in the face, but the ghost teen was faster and did the same. The thug screamed in pain as the blood leaked from his broken nose.

"What, tired already?" Danny asked smugly.

The man fixed his nose before spewing his tooth and glaring at his opponent. Phantom decided to end this parody of the fight, luckily the bridge didn't have any railings. When the thug lunged at him in desperate attack, Danny simply sidestepped. The man's eyes widened, as he realized what was going on. He managed to stop on the edge, but once he turned around, he was greeted by a punch in his face. With a cry he fell down in the river with a loud splash.

"Help!" The man screamed, gurgling in water. "The armor is heavy...I'm sinking!"

Danny kneeled over the water. "Are you going to tell me who hired you?"

"Yes, yes! Please help!" He cried in desperation.

Phantom outstretched his hand to the sinking thug. The man took it without giving too much thought. The crowd, however, wondered how a scrawny teen was going to take him out. Shockingly, Danny didn't seem to give too much effort. He simply pulled out the body and dropped him on the shore. The thug panted and gasped for air, before realizing what happened.

"Lad, there are pounds of armor on me!" He exclaimed.

"I'm stronger than I look. Now your part of the bargain."

"Fine. I was hired by the man named Nepos the Nose. That's all I can tell."

"Nah, that's all I need."

The thug ran away, while Phantom put a hand on his chin and grinned. Answers just jump in his hands. Nepos as in 'N'.

He decided to return to Eltrys first and tell about his findings. Danny supposed that he should return to the Shrine. Not much time passed since then, after all. However, when he entered the building, he was greeted by rather nasty surprise. His eyes widened in shock when he saw Eltrys' motionless body on the ground, in a puddle of his own blood. Two guards stood near him, and one of them approached Danny.

"We warned you what will happen if you keep searching. Now you are coming with us."

"And if I say no?" Phantom raised his eyebrow, completely nonphased.

"Well, your friend here said so," the guard pointed at Eltrys. "We are taking you to prison."

"Is this even allowed to take sixteen years old in custody?"

"Of course it is, no matter how old you are, you still must be punished."

Danny cursed mentally. He was in deep shit. Wait, he could get out whenever he wanted!

'Plus, if I resist, then they will have a legal reason to arrest me.'

"Fine, take me," Danny outstretched his hands.

"You will never see the sun again. No one escapes Cidhna Mines."

"Wanna bet?"

-Later-

"Ah, prison, I never thought I'll ever sit in one again," Danny sighed as the cell door closed behind him.

Cidhna Mines was just like the others. Dark, wet and dirty, which made it perfect for keeping prisoners.

"Fate is unpredictable," a female orc guard said sarcastically. "You'll stay here for your entire life."

"Heh, lady, half of my life is already gone," Danny smirked, before going downstairs.

There was one strange thing about that mine. No one was working in there. Most just wandered around, one guy with gray hair tied in ponytail just sat near the dimming campfire. Of all ugly people here, he seemed like the nicest fellow. Danny situated nearby.

"Oh, looks like they throw in kids now," he commented.

"Hey, I'm not a kid. I drink milk," Danny puffed his chest proudly.

"Sure, whatever you say," the man said a little baffled. "What have you done to land here of all places?"

"I'm here for cool fancy clothes," Phantom lifted the edge of gray rags he was now dressed in. "And I was thrown here because I was too curious. Well, I escaped previous 'unpenetrable' prison in no time. This time it should be even easier."

"And what are you planning to do?"

"Hm," Danny hummed, getting up on his feet. "I escaped Walker's prison by starting a riot. For that I need to kick the most evil looking guy."

Suddenly Phantom punched the nearest orc in the face. He dropped on the ground, unconscious, and every prisoner's eyes widened in shock.

"Oops," Danny rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess I went a little overboard. No riot?" He looked around and everyone just stared at him. "Okay, riot isn't our proper way.

"You...just knocked down Borkul!" the gray haired man exclaimed.

"So he WAS the most tough guy. Yeah, riot would have failed. Let's try something else, shall we?" He asked eagerly, once he approached him again.

"I'd rather prefer that you leave me alone," he said warily.

Danny shrugged. "Fine by me. Do you know any magic?"

"If I was taught the spell of opening locks, do you think I would have sat here?"

"Wait, you mean there is such a spell? Cool. Oh, your fire is gone," he looked at the campfire.

Then his pointing finger glowed green and a small blast hit the burnt off log, before it set on green ethereal fire. He ignored the looks being thrown at him. Danny walked away and examined surroundings and the cave pattern. It was obviously a break time, no one forced anyone to do their jobs - mining.

When Phantom was passing one of the criminals, a small vial fell out of the man's rags. Raising his eyebrow, Danny picked it up, to the man's horror.

"What is that?" Danny asked.

"Lad, don't tell anyone," the criminal whispered. "I can't let anyone to know that I'm selling skooma."

"And what is skooma?"

"Drug."

"Hm, give me this bottle and my mouth is shut."

"Deal."

Phantom looked at the purple vial. His half ghost status flushed away every toxin. Shrugging, Danny made a gulp.

"Hm, tastes like soda," he muttered, before making another gulp and walking away. Well, if toxins were flushed away, drug trips weren't possible as well.

He examined the entire mine and it seemed quite small. He couldn't find a place to go ghost and just get out of there, plus he wasn't planning yet. Phantom returned to the main 'room', drinking contents of the vial with small sips. Danny's lips formed a thin line when he was out of that drink. He threw the bottle into the prisoner behind, not noticing him and knocking him out. Just in a few minutes he was in that prison, people started to think he wasn't sane. No one wanted to approach him. And if he took out Borkul, then he was also dangerous. However, he then noticed another cell door.

Danny approached the door and it was locked, before his eye caught a gleaming in the downed orc's robes. It was a key, and there was only one possible door it could open. He picked the key and unlocked the door. Phantom walked down the corridor, before entering a small room. Compared to the rest of the prison, it could be called luxury. A wooden bed instead of sleeping bag, different food on a wooden barrel, probably filled with drink. At the desk was sitting an old man with gray hair and beard, who was scribing something on a list of paper.

"Well, well, look at you. The Nords have turned you into an animal. A wild beast caged up to go mad. So, my fellow beast, what do you want?" The person said. "Revenge, answers about the forsworn? Or maybe you want freedom?"

"Hm, I can avenge myself just fine, escape the prison in no time, so I want answers."

"Then, who can answer you better than their king?"

"You are Madanach, I take it?"

"Yes, it is me. Ask away, now."

Danny sat on a nearby chair. "Alright, I heard about the Forsworn, and so far their image wasn't the best one from what I saw."

"We live in desperate times. And desperate times demand desperate measures. This is the only way we can return our land."

"Your land?"

"The Reach belonged to us before the Nords came here. Since then they dirty our lands with their silver. We want to return what is rightfully ours."

"Heh, so you are like Indians," Danny crossed his hands. "Be happy that you aren't purposely exterminated and thrown into reservations."

"I don't know what you are talking about, lad, but they DO hunt us down."

"Of course you don't know. My friend told me that you attack the bypassers, doesn't put up with the image of freedom fighters. Anyways, what makes you so unique that Nords' presence is so insulting?"

"Our religion for starters. They find it disgusting and are trying to exterminate any sign of our culture."

"And what exactly?"

"Our gods demand a lot from us and grant us power in exchange. They don't tolerate weak, so we throw weaklings from the cliff. They demand sacrifices and we give them the sacrifices."

"Alright, stop it. I have seen enough sacrifices for two days. Human sacrifices, I take it?"

"Yes..."

Danny got up and took his way towards the entrance. "Sorry, pal, I'm not gonna join you. Killing people isn't my thing."

'What a nutcase,' he thought, when he returned to the main space.

Phantom groaned, "You know what? To hell with it, hey, guards, come here!" He shouted once he was near the cell door to the outside.

The female orc looked at him. "What, prison is too tough for you, softy?"

"Nope, I just wanted to ask you to give me a key."

"Forget about it."

"Pleaase?"

"No."

"Pweaase."

"No."

"Pretty please..."

The orc growled, before approaching him. "Listen up, lad. Shut up, or I'll personally break your teeth."

"How rude. Still, you shouldn't have come too close."

Phantom grabbed the edge of her armor and pulled. She hit her head about the cell door and was knocked out. The helmet only made it worse. Grinning, Danny picked up the key through the cell and unlocked the door. Again, without intangibility it was just too funny. He was free with using only his strength. Looking behind at the prisoners' shocked faces, Danny only grinned.

"Don't go anywhere," he said, locking the door behind. He then saw a dog looking at him curiosly. "Hey, come here, buddy."

The gray dog got up and walked to him. Danny took the key and put it in the dog's collar. After patting the dog, Danny started searching for his clothes. He was just thrown in prison, they couldn't be too far. Indeed, rather soon he found his T-shirt and jeans and put them on. Then Danny picked the evidences he found, namely the journal and the letter. He became invisible and sneaked past the guards. Of course, not without staging a few...accidents.

When he was outside, Danny hummed in thought. What was he supposed to do now? Maybe go to the local 'Jarl'. Maybe after showing the proofs Phantom will be clear. He went ghost and flew up to the palace. It was quite a view from the sky.

Danny landed and turned human in secluded place inside the palace. It was enormous, but empty. It wasn't different in design from the rest of the city. He needed to take photos of the place, but it could wait. Phantom entered a huge hall, and the throne was on top of the hugest staircase Danny had ever seen. When he finally got to the throne, he was already panting in exhaustion. The Jarl, his steward and bodyguard were looking at the teen with confusion and curiosity.

"What's your business with the Jarl, lad?" the bodyguard asked.

"You....you really need to...move your throne to another place," Danny panted. "I'm here to uncover the crimes of Silverblood family. They have been working with the Forsworn for plenty of time."

"That's a bold statement to make," The Jarl said. "We aren't going to do anything unless you present proofs."

"Don't listen to him!"

They turned to the staircase and there was a bolding man in steel armor, who was panting as well.

"This boy is an escaped criminal! We put him in prison for murdering a man named Eltrys."

"When did this happen?" The steward asked.

"Two hours ago," Silverblood mumbled.

"You want to say that this lad escaped Cidhna mines in TWO HOURS?!" The Jarl asked incredulously.

"We are sure that the Forsworn were helping him to escape."

Danny burst laughing. "Oh, you are such hypocrites. Why free me and not their own king? I believe this journal and letter prove my innocence and give some interesting information."

He handed the evidences to the Jarl. The ruler of Markarth furrowed his eyebrows and his look turned angry.

"Raerek, is this truly Thonar's writings?"

The old steward took a look at the journal. "Yes, it is, Igmund. I told you that Silverbloods are up to no good."

Igmund's lips formed a grim line. "Thongvor," he turned to the Silverblood. "I'll take this note into consideration. Be warned. Now go."

Thongvor muttered something under his nose while walking away. Danny's eyes widened.

"You aren't going to arrest them?" he asked incredulously.

"Watch your mouth in front of the Jarl, lad," the bodyguard warned.

"What do you offer to do then?" Igmund asked. "Throw them in prison they own?"

"Hey, there is plenty of criminals who hate their guts. You will get rid of them by using people who are easy to put the blame on. As for the mine, isn't it better if all the silver will belong to the city and not one family?"

"You speak surprisingly reasonable things in such young age," Igmund mumbled, quite impressed. "Still, such things aren't done in one day, but I'm thankful. Take this."

The steward then got up and handed Danny a heavy leather purse with money.

"But, I want to ask about a favor," the Jarl continued. "I want you to leave the city as fast as you can and don't return until the Silverbloods had been taken care of. I want to give them the false sense of security."

"I understand," Danny nodded. "I'll go."

Very soon Phantom got to the tavern near the city, where his friend was residing. Dovahkiin was just near in front of the doors, looking around and searching for the ghost teen. Then he noticed Danny.

"Where have you been?" Dragonborn asked.

"Well, I solved the mystery of the most influential family here, got arrested and thrown in prison, escaped it and proved my innocence. Nevertheless, I'm now exiled from here."

"And all of this in three hours?!" He asked.

"Yep."

Dovahkiin rubbed his temples. This kid was going to be a handful.