Aralia was absorbed in her studies, her nose buried in a tome thick with ancient knowledge. Her uncle's voice interrupted her thoughts, alerting her to the fact that she had a visitor. She sighed and marked her page, carefully placing the book aside on her desk.

"Who is it, Uncle? I am rather busy at the moment," she said, not hiding the irritation in her voice.

Her uncle was an older Dunmer, with a weathered face and a stern expression.