"Just get it. Then we'll talk," he practically growled. "There's a boat behind the magic shop. It's a little leaky, but it should get you there and back. Get going."
Luna climbed into the boat docked behind A Warlock's Luck and started rowing. After what seemed like forever, they made it to the island and looked up at the decrepit fort. They opened the gate and walked through, only to have it slam shut behind them. Not knowing what else to do, Luna headed toward the fort, and came face to face with Aleron Loche. He looked exhausted, so Luna's first question was simply, "Are you alright?"
Aleron explained that he had been here sense yesterday, when Kurdan sent him here after the axe, and that in fact, there never was an axe to begin with. Kurdan just used the axe story to lure people out to the fort, where they were trapped. Kurdan had a rather disturbing business practice of accepting money from people to come here and hunt living human prey. He called it The Hunter's Run, and the only way out was to venture inside the fort, kill the hunters, and collect the keys they carried. Unable to fight, Aleron had been stuck here, hoping that a more able-bodied adventurer would show up and make a rescue.
Luna steeled themselves and headed down into The Hunter's Run, lightning magic dancing across their fingertips. The first hunter was just inside the fort, and he fell quickly to Luna's spells. The second, a bit further in was no different. The third hunter was a bit more difficult, an angry Orc clad in daedric armor, but he too perished with lightning coursing through his body.
They took a moment to tend to Aleron's body, folding his hands across his chest and calling upon Azura to guide his spirit. Wiping tears from their eyes, Luna got up and headed back to give Ursanne the sad news. "How do you just tell someone that she's just become a widow?" Luna mumbled miserably, clambering back into the small boat. They sighed and started rowing back to Bravil.
Upon arriving back in town, Luna asked a nearby guard where the Loches lived, and then made their way to the second story shack a short walk away. Climbing the stairs, Luna went over their words again and again, trying to find the best way to break the horrible news to Ursanne.
It was raining now, which seemed fitting. Luna pulled their hood tightly around their face and headed to the shops, desperate to find a happy moment in the sad day. They made their way over to A Warlock's Luck and stepped into the warm and relatively dry interior. Luna chatted with the shopkeeper, Ungarion, an acquaintance through the mages guild, telling him the sad news of Aleron and gossiping briefly about the rest of Bravil.
"Well, it came to me from another traveling adventurer," Ungarion said with a smile. "He said he found it in an Ayleid ruin nearby, but had no use for it. Upon inspecting the ring, I could see how it would have little use to the heavily armored Nord, but knew a mage such as yourself might find it quite a bit more useful." His smile turned a bit darker and more mischievous as he said, "But be careful with it. It's enchantment isn't entirely pleasant. It strengthens your magicka, but weakens you physically."
Luna pulled their coin purse from their waist and found themself the proud owner of a new, slightly cursed ring. "At least that's one happy ending...." Luna said, slipping the ring on and heading back outside.