I climb up onto a partially constructed main hall tower. Bottles of mead and magicka potions are strayed across the ground. I have a reasonably good view of the sleeping scholars, and notice that Rinthanir has fallen asleep near a tree.

I wonder...

I write "Shooting contest?" on a small piece of parchment and wrap it around the shaft of a sturdy wooden arrow. I pull back my bow, and let loose.

The enchanted arrow pierces the air, making its mark in the tree next to Rinthanir's tent. I notice a small flicker of flame as the note immediately burns into ash.

Damn it to Oblivion!

I gaze out over Black Marsh and notice the sign of the Tower in the sky. Just another day.