Master Zoaraym ' s Tale , Part 1 Content . The Temple of Two - Moons Dance in Torval has for many hundreds of years been the finest training ground in all Tamriel for warriors of foot and fist . The masters teach students of all ages from all parts of the Empire the most ancient techniques and the most modern variations , and many a former pupil has graduated to great fame . I myself trained there , and as a young child I remember asking my first master , Zoaraym , which former student he felt had best learned the lessons of the Temple . " I was not a teacher when I met this man , but a student myself , " he said , smiling in reminiscence , his great wrinkled face becoming even more like the withered fruit of the bathrum tree . " This was long ago , before your parents were born . For many years I had trained at the Temple , rising to study in more difficult and demanding classes taught by the wisest and most learned Masters of the Two - Moons Dance . " Gi ' Nanth , you will come to understand that the tempering of your body must attend the tempering of your mind , and there is a prescribed order of training we at the Temple have designed over the years in concordance with the way of Riddle ' Thar . I had reached the highest level , where my power and skill were such that even by supernatural , magical means , few could ever best me in weaponless combat . " There was a servant at the Temple at the time , a Dunmer a few years older than myself and those in my class . We had never noticed him but in passing over the years , for he would enter the training chambers quietly , clean for a few minutes ' time , and leave without saying a word . Not that we would have listened if he spoke , so enraptured were we in our exercises and lessons . " When our last Master told some of us , myself included , that the time had come for us to leave the Temple or become teachers , there was a great festival of celebration . The Mane itself deigned to visit and observe our ceremony . As we were and are a Temple of philosophy and combat , there were contests of debate and competitions in the Temple ' s war arena , not only among the elite few , but open to all students . " On the first day of the festival , I was examining the gladiatorial roster to see who I would fight with first , when I heard a conversation behind me : the servants speaking to the archpriest of the Temple . It was the first time I heard the Dunmer ' s voice , and the first time I heard his name . " ' I understand you wish to rejoin your people ' s struggle in Morrowind , Taren , ' the archpriest was saying . ' I am sorry to hear it . You have been an institution here for many , many years , and you will be missed . If there ' s anything I can do for you , please name it . ' " ' Thank you for your kindness , ' the Dunmer replied . ' I do have a request , but I fear you would be loath to grant it . Ever since I first came to the Temple , I have been watching the students learn , and practiced myself when my duties allowed for it . I know I am but a servant here , but I would be honored if you would allow me to compete in the war arena . ' " I stifled back my gasp at the mer ' s impertinence , to even suggest that he would be worthy to fight with those of us who had trained so hard . To my surprise , the archpriest agreed , adding the name Taren Omathan to the roster at the beginners ' level . I was eager to whisper the news to my fellow elite students , but my first bout was scheduled to begin in a few minutes ' time .