
Thirsty? You'll find no Nord mead hall in the Gray Quarter. Oh, but the peaceful occupation goes even further. The district is now populated entirely by my kind, a victory not lost on its residents. Now, they call it the Gray Quarter, for such is the reality of the Dunmer occupation. The district once known as the Snow Quarter is thus named no more. Indeed, one might be surprised as to just how well we've settled into Windhelm. Your beloved Five Hundred Companions may have driven our ancestors from Skyrim, but that was then. Yes, Nords, in the shadow of your own Palace of the Kings, where the Nord hero Ysgramor once held court, we now thrive. For we dark elves have come, and little by little, shall claim Skyrim as our own.īut where, you may ask, have we taken up residence? Why none other than the ancient city of Windhelm, once the capital of the First Empire. And let all who read it know that Nords are not the only race to reside in this cold and inhospitable realm. So I, Atal Sarys, Dunmer and immigrant to Skyrim, have decided to answer your beloved book with a work of my own. Well come we did, Nords, and the reception was less than was promised - but exactly what we expected.

Oh yes, we have read your great cultural work, "Nords of Skyrim," in which you extol the many virtues of your people and province, and invite any visitors to come experience your homeland for themselves.

To you Nords, we are the gray ones, the ashen-skinned, the "dark elves" of Morrowind who have as much place in your land as an infection in an open wound. You, the white-skinned, jaundice-haired apes of this godsforsaken frozen wilderness.
