Nomad remained off the roads when he traveled to riften. After all, the Daedra were not the only ones hunting him. His past was coming back to haunt him. He stopped in ivarstead to buy camping supplies. Once he was a few miles from riften, he set up camp for the night. He was awaken in the middle of the night by a familiar figure. A member of the dark brotherhood.
"So your Nomad. The wanderer. He who left the brotherhood to save a friend from being assassinated."
Nomad reached for his sword, he looked up and saw the dark brotherhood agent holding it.
"What do you want from me?" Nomad asked
"You owe the brotherhood. You prevented a contract from being carried out. You need to repay us."
"How?"
"There is a contract, against a vampire that we saw you conversing with. He is a Khajiit."
"What if I refuse?"
"We have other means of persuasion." The agent said.
"Fine." Nomad said. This would buy him some time to figure out the predicament.
"After this, we will leave you alone." The agent said. And knocked Nomad out cold.
Nomad was near the gate. His plan was to set up a trap with the guards involving the vampire, and than talk to the thieves guild. His plans were put on hold when he heard what sounded like an explosion and saw a flash of light.