Boleth Drinul was a pauper Dunmer who was looking to find himself in life. He was ignorant of the destiny Azura had in hand for him.
Boleth was a Resdayn patriot and Septim Empire's occupation of his province saddened him deeply.
At last, Boleth arrived to the port city of Seyda Neen, a gateway to Vvardenfell on the 16th of Last Seed, 3E 427.
Once Boleth got released from Census and Excise offices' bureaucracy, he headed inside Arille's Tradehouse.
Boleth shrugged as several Nord gave him hostile glares and ordered some sujamma to quench his thirst after a long voyage.
His brooding was interrupted by the sound of someone sitting at his table.
"Mind if I sit down?" Boleth was asked.
He looked up to see a young Dunmer woman in chitin armor, with an axe hanging by her side.
She had long hair and a stern look on her face. Her skin was, like his own, ashen in color, and her eyes were bright red.
"I don't wish to be rude, but who are you?" Boleth asked.
"That's not important," she said, "What is important is why you're here."
"I just arrived to Vvardenfell. I'm visiting family," he lied, thinking quickly.
"Uh-huh. Family that just so happens to live in Red Mountain?!" she exclaimed sarcastically, "Name's Rylia, if you are still interested," she concluded with a wide predatory grin on her face.
A chill ran down Boleth's spine. What did such an aggressive woman want from him? What response would drive her away?