Day fifty-four!

Headed out, then had to turn back. Khajiit caravan outside. Got to offload more stuff to them!

Unloaded the last of the bows and some potions. More skooma, better gloves of smithing, and a few healing potions.

Labyrinthian! Ghost of the archmage and a few others... I heard he'd been here before. Maybe this was him as an apprentice, sneaking in?

A skeletal dragon, surrounded by skeleton mages and archers. And no Lydia backup, because she was on the other side of a door. Was forced to run around smacking the dragon, taking skeletons out with firebolts.

The ghosts lost someone to the dragon, and they're trapped. Unprofessional!

A magic-draining draugr. I guess this WOULD be a challenge to a mage.
Good thing I'm not a pure page, huh? Shouted it off the ledge.

Oh, okay. It's a mysterious magicka-draining force, that LOOKED like it was from a draugr.

Don't you FUS RO DAH me. I'm the motherlicking dragonborn, and I'll Shout it right back.

Spectral draugr with spectrap weapons? Those will look great on my wall.

More spectral draugr.

A word wall! Slow time? What? Odd.

Big chamber, magical sphere, figures pumping magic into it? Take the figures out first, I'm guessing.

The figures went down easy, two arrows each. The thing they were containing, less so. A good few sword blows to get it down.

Those two were the last of Saren's friends? That he'd bound there to keep that contained. Ugh. Despicable.

Okay, thalmor sent to gank me. Yeah, right. And I know all about the mage trick of backpedalling while casting spells. FUS RO DAH sent him flying, killed him before he stood up. Simples.

Long walk back to the college.