Damon was quite tired of having to lick the boots of the Thalmor. The Jarl of Markarth wished for neutrality, and motioned for Damon to do the same, except when any threats to the Aldmeri Dominion occured in the Reach, he had to report it to the Thalmor – directly.

Embarking to Solitude and having done his business, he sighed and sat down for a drink at the winking skeever. Before opening the bottle that his own meadery produced, he was about to take a huge gulp before his eye caught a fair, red haired Dunmer. He remembers this mer, and he grinned widely as he got up and sat next to her with his drink in his hand.

“Mehra! It’s been a while, how do you fare?”