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"Northwatch is dead, as is it's guards."

Stepping from the fort the lone Altmer survivor refuses to look back at the broken walls and bloodstained snow.

"I have long tired of the ways the Thalmor, the supposed "best" of my people, have treated others. I take no pleasure in ruining lives and destroying families. Cities burn and civilisation suffers at our hands. This ends now, I will have no more part in their plans."

As she travels down the road she observes a group of Nords in the distance, one of them appears to have seen her and is waving his arm for her to join them.

"Hey Elf! You want a drink? We have plenty my friend. Come, join us and have a little fun before you continue on your way."

She smiles and quickens her pace to catch up with them.

"Such a kind offer in these hard times, and they don't even care who I am."

The men have met her part way and one hands her a freshly opened bottle of mead. He toasts to friendship and fun and they all take drink. One falls in the snow as he tries to open another bottle for himself, resulting in everyone laughing.

She pauses for a moment, lifting her head to the sky, she closes her eyes and breathes in the salty sea air and feels the cold air wrap itself
around her as it blows by.

"I think I like it here."