Legend of the Ghost Snake Content . Observations on the Mabrigash from the journals of Bonorion the Wanderer , 2E 568 In Deshaan , I encountered a strange tribe of Dark Elf Ashlanders . They call themselves Mabrigash . Unlike their Vvardenfell brethren , this tribe is not nomadic and appears to have settled in an isolated region of Deshaan , a location they call the Vale of the Ghost Snake . I believe they have concocted the story of the perilous Ghost Snake to discourage outsiders from lingering too long in their village . Although , frankly , their rudeness , which rivals that of any of the more civilized Dark Elves I have ever met , is more than enough to drive outsiders away . However , my curiosity about this isolated tribe steeled me against their attitude . I remained nearby for a time , watching them and recording my observations . Forthwith , here are my findings on the Mabrigash : The Mabrigash do not welcome visitors . The Mabrigash appears to be a matriarchal society , and their females are definitely more dominant than males . They also seem to outnumber the males by a factor of three or four to one . I wouldn ' t say this society hates males , but they certainly don ' t trust them or like them very much . At least as far as I can tell . They claim a Ghost Snake gives them advice and watches over the Vale . I believe they use this so - called " Ghost Snake " to scare visitors away and to keep the village population in line . It appears they sacrifice their own tribe members to this mythical deity . The tribal elders encourage trials to honor this " Ghost Snake , " and many of these end in the death of the participants . Here is the legend of the Ghost Snake , as it was told to me by a charming little lady of some six or seven years of age . She approached me with absolutely no fear or hesitation . She asked me why I was being so creepy and watching them all the time . At least , that was the gist of it . My understanding of the Mabrigash dialect is rudimentary , at best . I deflected her question with one of my own . " What is this Ghost Snake I keep hearing about ? " I asked her . " Follow the Coiled Path and you ' ll find out , " she replied with a bat of her cute little eyelashes . " The Ghost Snake offers advice and protection , as long as we care for the Vale , " she continued . " Everybody knows that . " She went on to tell me that the Ghost Snake was the combined spiritual essence of the tribe ' s female ancestors , given spectral form by the belief and respect of the living tribe members . Or that it was a creepy dead snake that liked to haunt the Vale and eat innocent Mabrigash children . She spoke very fast , and as I ' ve said before , my mastery of the dialect was far from perfect . From an economic perspective , the tribe crafts unique snakeskin leather . They use this leather for everything , from clothing to packs to a simple armor . They are , however , unwilling to sell or trade this wonderful material to outsiders — or even to the men of their own tribe . Everyone involved could make a fortune if the Mabrigash could be convinced to open trade with the outside world . I met a Mabrigash scout on patrol . She threatened to " toss me to the ghosts and serpents on the Coiled Path . " Fortunately , my speed and tree - climbing skills far exceeded hers , so I was able to avoid this ceremonial rite . Additional observation leads me to the conclusion that the tribe subsists on a diet primarily consisting of snake meat . This may contribute to their uncontrollably hostile demeanor . After several days camping nearby and continuing my observations , a rather fearsome Mabrigash warrior visited me . He said he was the Gulakhan . He said the only reason they had not simply tossed me to the serpents within the Vale was that the Farseer labeled me a hapless idiot . I am sure I missed something in the translation of the message . When I asked to meet with the Farseer , this Gulakhan ' s hand seemed to tighten on the hilt of the rather nasty - looking sword that hung at his side . It was then I decided that my time among the Mabrigash Tribe had come to an end . < nowiki > * * * < / nowiki > Annotation from Nuros Raloro , Tribunal Scholar Priest , Mournhold 2E 576 This utterly ludicrous " observation " was found abandoned near the border to Stonefalls some years ago . The Bosmer chronicler Bonorion does not appear to have the wit of a five - year - old child when it comes to accurately recording unusual events or peoples . He resorts to making things up or taking wild leaps of illogic to come to his so - called " conclusions . " This document has been preserved within the Tribunal library and copies have been distributed , as he did at least conduct some conversations with the Mabrigash , and information on this tribe remains scarce .