2920 , Vol . 24 Content . 2920 : The Last Year of the First Era By Carlovac Townway 12 Frostfall , 2920 Dwynnen , High Rock For a Middas evening , the Least Loved Porcupine tavern was wildly crowded . A roaring fire in the pit in the center of the room cast an almost sinister glow on all the regulars , and made the abundance of bodies look like a punishment tapestry inspired by the Arcturian Heresies . Cassyr took his usual place with his cousin and ordered a flagon of ale . " Have you been to see the Baron ? " asked Palyth . " Yes , he may have work for me in the palace of Urvaius , " said Cassyr proudly . " But more than that I can ' t say . You understand , secrets of state and all that . Why are there so many damned people here tonight ? " " A shipload of Dark Elves just came in to harbor . They ' ve come from the war . I was just waiting until you got here to introduce you as another veteran . " Cassyr blushed , but regained his composure enough to ask : " What are they doing here ? Has there been a truce ? " " I don ' t know the full story , " said Palyth . " But apparently , the Emperor and Vivec are in negotiations again . These fellas here have investments they were keen to check on , and they figured things on the Bay were quiet enough . But the only way we can get the full story is to talk to the chaps . " With that , Palyth gripped his cousin ' s arm and pulled him to the other side of the bar so suddenly , Cassyr would have had to struggle violently to resist . The Dunmeri travelers were spread out across four of the tables , laughing with the locals . They were largely amiable young men , well - dressed , befitting merchants , animated in gesture made more extravagant by liquor . " Excuse me , " said Palyth , intruding on the conversation . " My shy cousin Cassyr was in the war as well , fighting for the living god , Vivec . " " The only Cassyr I ever heard of , " said one of the Dunmer drunkenly with a wide , friendly smile , shaking Cassyr ' s free hand . " Was a Cassyr Whitley , who Vivec said was the worst spy in history . We lost Ald Marak due to his bungling intelligence work . For your sake , friend , I hope the two of you were never confused . " Cassyr smiled and listened as the lout told the story of his failure with bountiful exaggerations which caused the table to roar with laughter . Several eyes looked his way , but none of the locals sought to explain that the fool of the tale was standing at attention . The eyes that stung the most were his cousin ' s , the young man who had believed that he had returned to Dwynnen a great hero . At some point , certainly , the Baron would hear about it , his idiocy increasing manifold with each retelling . With every fiber in his soul , Cassyr cursed the living god Vivec . 21 Frostfall , 2920 The Imperial City , Cyrodiil Corda , in a robe of blinding whiteness , a uniform of the priestesses of the Hegathe Morwha conservatorium , arrived in the City just as the first winter storm was passing . The clouds broke with sunlight , and the beauteous teenaged Redguard girl appeared in the wide avenue with escort , riding toward the Palace . While her sister was tall , thin , angular , and haughty , Corda was a small , round - faced lass with wide brown eyes . The locals were quick to draw comparisons . " Not a month after Lady Rijja ' s execution , " muttered a housemaid , peering out the window , and winking to her neighbor . " And not a month out of the nunnery neither , " the other woman agreed , reveling in the scandal . " This one ' s in for a ride . Her sister weren ' t no innocent , and look where she ended up . "