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The Dragonborn felt great anguish in the air of the forgotten vale. He approached the frost covered statue of Auriel, marveling at it's craftsmanship. It spoke of a time when the snow elves were a proud race, unlike the corpses of the betrayed still painting the snow red in the dragonborns wake.

The dragonborn reluctantly continued into the sanctum, his mind clouded with visions of the past...