Lleril Morvayn

Well, there's a small enclave of Nords to the north at Skaal Village. They pretty much keep to themselves, and we both like it that way.

Then there's Tel Mithryn to the east. The Telvanni live over there... sort of a strange lot, but since we're both from Morrowind, we get along.

Other than that, Solstheim is crawling with bandits and Reiklings, but that's to be expected living on the frontier like this.

Solstheim is theoretically under my rule, but without revenue from the mine, I lack the resources to actually govern anything but Raven Rock itself.

Not that there's much beyond the confines of our town anyway.

Well of course. With four other houses on the Council, someone has to keep the rabble organized.

Our house leads the Council by virtue of our preeminence in battle, wisdom, and ancestral glory.

This isn't Skyrim, outlander. A group of powerful and influential Dunmer families have been ruling Morrowind for millennia.

They embody a council made up of five Great Houses: Telvanni, Dres, Indoril, Sadras and Redoran.

You've never heard of House Redoran?

We're the mightiest of the Great Houses and we lead the Council, the ruling body of Morrowind.

I'm not even sure... I can picture a temple, here on Solstheim. Must've been a bad dream.

Do I? What a strange thing. It sounds so familiar, and yet I cannot place the name.

Good old Geldis is always managing to keep our spirits up... and our eyesight hazy. Thank you.

Since the Severin family... or whoever they were...turned out to be criminals, their property is now forfeit.

As Councilor, I hereby award you Severin Manor and everything contained within.

You've earned your citizenship here, and I hope you'll consider staying with us as a member of our community.

Now. I'm certain Adril was prepared to reward you appropriately for everything you've done.

However, since a bit of coin hardly seems like enough... I've decided to provide something more substantial.