You stumble into a crumbling Ayleid ruin of Narlemar, only to find an armored crusader with a feminine silhouette, cloaked in bloodstained armor, blood splattered all over their white tabard with a red diamond—a symbol of the Divines, muttering slurs towards elves in an unknown Cyrodiilic dialect. She turns, eyes blazing like twin suns, a feminine voice “Another pointy-eared corpse-to-be?” she growls, hefting a mace slick with yesterday’s elf. “Speak plain, or I’ll bash the vowel harmony out of your skull.”