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"And this old Dunmer kept on lecturin' me on how Morrowind's lost it's way. I said can't you hear my accent? I wasn't even born there! I don't give a fuck about livin' in mushrooms an' giant bugs.
He was like ooohhh if only the N-Nerv…a…Neravereen were still around, they'd make a fine Hortato…or something…"
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Avrin's taxi service, picking up a rather intoxicated Karelle from the tavern. A long time ago he offered her a spare room in Proudspire Manor if she was ever in Solitude. Though sometimes he regrets he ever did. Why does this woman keep coming back to him like a stray cat? It's a mystery.
Karelle is a dunmer but was born in Cyrodiil, in the city of Cheydinhal. Whilst that region has a large dark elf diaspora, she is part of the central Empire's cosmopolitan culture so Morrowind and its traditions are alien to her. As you see, she's heard of the usual cliches and a few postage stamp sized bits of history but has no real connection. But don't mistake that for not caring about Morrowind dark elves on a personal level. She bristles at the bigotry that is prevalent in eastern Skyrim towards elves and isn't afraid to stand up against that.