Back Home in Orsinium Content . 2E 582 I ' ve finished delivering that shipment of ingots to Orsinium . The stories are true . No matter how many times this city gets razed or sacked or burned to the ground , our brothers and sisters rebuild it better and tougher than ever before . It ' s been thirty - nine years since King Emeric gave us Wrothgar and Orsinium back . I ' ve learned that an army of Orc crafters can do a stupid amount of work in thirty - nine years . And it ' s none of that ornamental Breton crap , either . It ' s good solid stonework built to hold up the next time the Bretons and Redguards decide they ' d rather just kill us all and try to raze our home to the ground . Every time I ' m back home , everything I do just feels right . If you haven ' t been , then I ' ll say it like this : it ' s not Daggerfall . Everyone knows where everyone stands in Orsinium . The Bretons in Daggerfall always think I ' m on my way to a battlefield . If I hear " Are you a soldier ? " one more damn time , I ' m gonna show them the heavy end of my hammer . If we act like beasts , it ' s because half the humans in that town talk to us like we ' re big dumb beasts . The other half get really quiet when I ' m around . I don ' t honestly think they fear me . They couldn ' t possibly think I ' m there to kill them and eat their children . They should know I ' m there to do business . I ' m a blacksmith and a stonemason and I ' m there to make some coin . Despite that , no one there is really honest about how they feel about Orcs . As soon as I ' m back in the heart of Wrothgar , walking between those solid stone walls , everything changes . It ' s honest there . Not like Daggerfall . There ' s no fawning or bowing or scraping or Breton poetry : when you talk to someone , they say what they mean . When you look at someone , and he ' s got a problem with you , you know it . And if I ' ve got a problem with someone , I can punch him in the face without knowing someone ' s going to call the city guard down on me . We settle it . You know what I mean . Do you remember the last time you were in a little Orc stronghold ? Do you remember the last time you talked to some chieftain with his fat ass on a throne and all his wives scurrying around him ? A chief ' s first wife - every time , I swear , no matter where I go - she sizes me up from her first look . She ' s got to figure out which Orc traveler of merchant or crafter is going to be the one to bring down her husband and tear down everything she knows . She ' s a big Slaughterfish in a little muddy pond , circling you over and over again . You don ' t get that in Orsinium . Ever . There ' s a whole school of slaughterfish baring their teeth at each other , so really , you don ' t have to worry about some scheming chieftain ' s wife . Everyone who hates you shows it . You know it . And the food . Damn ! The food ! Noone in Daggerfall knows how to butcher an animal properly . Maybe their cooks just hate doing it . The farther you travel from Orsinium , the worse it gets : humans overcook their food , so it lacks that savory flavor you get from juice and blood . And nothing crunches properly . You know how it goes . Don ' t get me wrong . I make a lot of money in Daggerfall , but Orsinium is a real city . It ' s as honest as a stone wall , it ' s as brutal as a hailstorm , and no matter what they burn or bash or smash , it will never ever really die . Orsinium is home . It ' s always good to be back .