In an incredible feat of luck you manage to wrestle the blue pulsating ring off of the Jarl.

His scream pierces your ears and blends in with the ghosts around you.

Their screams diminish quickly as every one inside the hall, save you, turns to dust and falls to the ground.

The ring in your hand flickers and then crumbles, becoming dust like the rest of the ghosts.

As light beams into the hall from the cracks and holes in the wall, you realize it’s dawn and a new morning awaits.