me, though, as the imperial guard here seem to have gone to great lengths surrounding my release: I was given a package and a letter expressly forbidding me to open the package, told to find an imperial agent named Caius who maintains a secret residence in a city named Balmora, 87 coins, and nought else. No food, water, boots - nothing. On a whim I stole some dried meat, a dagger belonging to someone with a nordic-sounding name according to the note attached to it, and an enchanted ring from the back room of the census office.
I am in Seyda Neen, little more than an imperial barrack, lighthouse, and a few scant homes
in the Western Imperial architectural style, deposited in a fetid saltwater marsh - I suspect this location was chosen for its strategic position and its inhabitants are reliant on the Imperial outpost for food and drink, likely performing labor and services for them. The population is roughly half Imperial guard, half townsperson, by my estimate no more than 20 persons total. Every other Dunmer I have spoken to immediately addressed me as outlander, even before I began to speak in my poor attempts at Dunmeris. Some of them even intuitively address me in Cyrodiilic from the outset. I suppose it should be that obvious, but it does sting a