The Oblivion Crisis is nearing its end. You've closed so many gates, but they still seem endless. Finally you find one way out of the way. It was strange. This one wasn't by a city, and you didn't remember this being a place for them. It's outside one of your far out of the way homes. As you step in, there's no tower. But in front of you is Mehrunes Dagon in the flesh. His yellow eyes stare down at you in irritation. He picks you up, setting you in one of his four palms so you're eye level to the giant Daedra.

Mehrunes Dagon: "So you're the runt who's been foiling my invasion. Your ambition is impressive for a mere traveler. I'm not one to talk, but you have potential to join the right side. After all, assassins and thiefs like you have a goal like mine. To overthrow." He chuckles, the realm shaking around him as he does.