Tirdas, 28th of Frostfall, 201
Has the world gone crazy? I now sit across the fire from the very person I was to kill as a traitor. As it turns out, the traitor was the one I ignorantly turned my back to.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I met Mercer at Snow Veil Sanctum fairly early this morning, and we entered the ruins together. It took us most of the day, but we both managed to survive through the draugr - him with a health-draining blade and me with my bow and atronach. I found a better bow on the body of a draugr inside. Damn it...wasting money on the elven one...oh, well...
Between the two of us, we proceed through at a fairly good pace, though I don't think I'll ever understand how Mercer managed to open those ancient locks so effortlessly. Near the end of the ruin, we encountered a strangely glowing wall. At Mercer's urging, I backed off, and we both left the mysterious magic alone.
Just around the corner from the glowing wall, Mercer let us through another impossibly locked door, and warned me that Karliah was likely close. I readied my bow, crept forward, and...
Suddenly, an arrow embedded itself in my shoulder, and before I could even cry out, a numbness crept over me. I slumped to the floor, unable to stop my descent. I managed to get a nasty scrap on my forehead in the process.
Numb and frozen from action, I watched Mercer proceed forward as Karliah stepped from the shadows, bow loose in her hand. A Dunmer.
Then they began to speak, and at first I wasn't sure what I was hearing. I wanted to be wrong, wanted to be right, wanted to understand what the hell this turnaround was about, but all I could hear was Mercer practically admitting to the crime of the old guildmaster's murder.
Mercer...was the traitor? My mind was racing with the implications that I could barely fathom.
Then, Karliah vanished into thin air, by use of invisibility potion, and Mercer backed away, glancing around before finally sheathing his sword.
Then he turned to me, and I felt very cold, so cold. I knew. He knew I knew. I was as good as dead. Mercer declared a decided disliking for me, and stated that he was glad to be rid of me. With sarcastic promises to give my regards to Brynjolf, he leaned down to slit my throat.
I don't know if I passed out from fear or shock. Or maybe I was so certain of death that I simply let go.
Then, light against my eyelids. I sluggishly opened my eyes, squinting at the light and a figure...leaning over me...Dunmer! Though my body screamed in protest, I scrambled to my feet, feeling for my dagger even as Karliah tried to reassure me. It was then that I noticed the bandages crisscrossing my neck, forehead, and shoulder, as well as a few other cuts I had attained in the ruin. She was...helping me? My mind was slow to process why.
Karliah, in an ever-gentle, soothing voice, brought me up to speed. Mercer was the traitor, not her. The arrow had been intended for Mercer. It had been tipped with poison that prevented my death.
I stared at her in a new light, finally fully recalling what I had witnessed a few hours ago. She reminded me of Brynjolf, in a way - calm, collected, confident, and caring when it mattered. I decided I liked her well enough. And that meant helping her. No. My loyalty to the Guild meant helping her. Mercer was a traitor, and Mercer needed to die.
Karliah gave me a journal that had belonged to the old guildmaster, Gallus, explaining that it might have the evidence we needed, but was written in a language unfamiliar to her. She directed me to one of Gallus' old friends, a mage in Winterhold. I agreed to go. And I will.
Mercer will pay. Oh, many gods, he will pay. He will pay a thousand times over.
I really, for some reason, really want to go complain to Brynjolf about Mercer trying to kill me, but I doubt it would go over well.
Ah, well. Tonight I share Karliah's camp. Tomorrow, I'll head to Winterhold to meet the mage, and probably recover from my injuries for a few days. I wish I could visit Azura's shrine, but since I've turned from her and am short on time, it probably isn't proper.
Tomorrow...and after that, a few long days of sleep and recovery for whatever journeys await.