"The job went as planned," Daud tells her, listlessly. Whatever reservations he might have had about imparting that information to her before, they're gone now, the recitation rote and stilted. "We took out the dragonborn, delivered her daughter. It was after then that things got odd."

He stares into the fire, the light casting the lines of his face into sharp shadows. "Without anyone to lead them, things fell apart fast. I told the Wolves that they didn't have to stay -- that I didn't have any more jobs for them. And then something started picking them off."