The door to Dragonsreach's hidden room creaks open with a light push. You know how this quest is supposed to go. Daedra speaks in your mind, you grab their artifact, and so on. What would it be this time? A shrine? An altar? An item just sitting there? But as you peer into the room, it's a different story. Mephala herself is sitting there on the table, shining the Ebony Blade. She smiles wickedly as you come in, her spiderlike form appearing deceptively beautiful, just as her voice is. She looks you up and down, picking every piece of you apart and thinking of the purpose each could serve her. Finally, she speaks. Her voice is haunting in the best way.

Mephala: "So you're the one who's come to free my ebony blade. I'm truly honored my champion. It's grown so dull without the blood of betrayal to drink." She gingerly tilts the hilt towards you. "Go forth, my champion, restore it. Know you have the blessing of the Webspinner." A smirk pulls at her lips.