The Black Fin : Foreign Adventures , Part 3 Content . It was well into the second year after the formation of the Ebonheart Pact , and Keshu and the Black Fin Legion ( minus the troops we left behind as part of the Pact army in Morrowind ) were now touring the Nordic lands of Skyrim . Our first stop after crossing into Nord territory was the town of Riften , where we were treated to a typical Nord celebration that included lots of food , lots of mead , and a number of good - natured brawls that seem to be a common pastime in the colder climes . While there , we helped fortify some of the town ' s defenses , which Keshu insisted we do wherever we went to show our willingness to provide whatever assistance we could during our visits . After more than a week in Riften , we began our trek north through Eastmarch toward the city of Windhelm and Keshu ' s reunion with Jorunn — who was now Jorunn the Skald - King , if you can believe that ! Apparently , the big Nord was a prince or some such , and was now the leader of the entire Nord nation ! And Windhelm , what a city ! It was as large and as impressive in its own way as Mournhold , but where the Dark Elf metropolis was a reflection of its people , Windhelm was clearly and undeniably a reflection of the Nords . Repairs were still underway to deal with the damage inflicted by the Akaviri siege , but that did nothing to detract from the sheer grandeur of the Nord city . Jorunn met us at the gates , grabbed Keshu up in an enormous hug , and then invited us all to enjoy the hospitality of his home and city . The celebration lasted for a week and a day ! The Nords certainly love to throw a good party , and they seem to look for any excuse to have one . During the celebration , we were treated to the best mead and ale the Nords produced , exquisite delicacies such as rabbit meatballs , and some of the most ribald drinking songs I had ever heard — all sung extremely loudly and with a lot of clinking of mugs and goblets . When the mead casks were finally empty and the rabbit meatballs had run out , the celebration came to an abrupt end . Then the work began . We stayed in Windhelm for the better part of a month , helping repair the outer walls of the city and providing whatever other aid the Nords were comfortable allowing us to deal with . And whenever they could both spare the time , Keshu and the Skald - King huddled in a corner and spoke at length about a variety of topics . No one was allowed to join them during these discussions , but I always got the sense that they were sharing their thoughts on leadership , the alliance , and the future of our nations . The Black Fin Legion , as we had come to know it , came to an end in Skyrim , as well . Our soldiers were divided into small teams and sent to serve with Pact troops of mixed nationality , fighting alongside Nords and Dark Elves in the same cohorts . I stayed with Keshu , of course , and I was there when the Skald - King offered her a unique honor . " I want you to command the Pact forces in Skyrim , Black Fin , " Jorunn proclaimed . " Will you accept this charge ? " To no one ' s surprise , Keshu agreed . And through her efforts over the next seven years , the tactics and strategies of the Pact ' s military might were developed and set in place . Which is why the Pact was prepared when the War of the Three Banners began .