Romana Bellamounde, the wiry heroine of our story, awakes with a cracking hangover. From a quick glance around the room, she's roughly able to guess that she is in fact, not in her home in High Rock. The ground beneath her is hard and uncomfortable and the walls are drab and grey. In other words, she appears to be trapped in a prison cell, which, if she remembers right, isn't her house.
She eventually gets up, and is greeted by a rude Dark Elf, who tells her she's going to die. Well, who stole his tic tacs. Ignoring the stupid elf's remark, Miss Bellamounde hears footsteps coming down the stairs, and something about assassins. She briefly hopes she'll meet Ezio, but realises this is the wrong game.
Instead, it turns out to be the Emperor of Tamriel. Oh well, it was an easy mistake to make. They are both men after all. The empire says some shit about fate and stars, before Miss Bellamounde asks him why the hell she's in prison. He says the gods must be responsible, and for a moment, Romana considers going atheistic, but realises in a world of magic, that's a bit stupid.
The Emperor and his lackies (who, Miss Bellamounde remembers strikingly, have a really tacky name) reveal a secret passage, and head down it, with Romana following behind.
A bunch of assassins attack, and before anyone wonders how they got in the secret passage way, they kill the Chief Lackey. The assassins are quickly dealt with, and the group, lost in the angst at the loss of their captain (who apparently is named after a French car brand), forget Romana completely by accident. Completely accidental. Definetly not because she's too busy trying on the clothes of one of the assassins.
Realising the door is locked, Romana feels annoyed, and the headache from her hangover starts gnawing at her again. Or it could be the giant rats, who are literally gnawing at her, of course.
Shocked into action, Miss Bellamounde tosses a fireball towards them, incinerating them with her pyromanic skills. Wondering where they came from, she astutely notices the giant hole in the wall after searching for about ten minutes.
Realising she'd rather escape then lament the loss of a bunch of muscle heads who left a hungover woman on her own, Miss Bellamounde heads through the newly opened tunnel, with thoughts of freedom in her head.
