A study of Snow Elves by Brode Steelbansh
The common Snow Elf, the most religious of Mer. Prestigious and royal, yet they seem to fear all other races of Nirn. I find them fascinating. Their deathly pale, sparkling skin. And their eyes, the hue of the ocean, only seen by the bravest of the Moamer. Their hair, for all our knowledge, is of an unknown colour to us Dwemer, the purest white. How I wish I could study one. The secrets it could reveal, would further our understanding of the world around us. But alas, I fear I shall never have the chance. The law of our people forbids us to interact with our slaves, or even talk to them, not that they would have the intelligence to understand or listen. However, last summer, following a prison break which I observed from my laboratory window, a Snow Elf convict took the wall panel of the alarm system and found a way of disabling it. I was shocked. Not even one of the more intellectual races, such as the Redguard or Khajiit, could have disabled our superior technology. That day I realised that we had underestimated our pale foe. I recently discussed my findings with my friend Yagrum Bagarn, whom unknown to me at the time, was telling the council of my exploits. Now because of him I lie here in my dingy cell awaiting my fate. To whomever this concerns, you must continue my research, for it would shed light on our knowledge of the Snow Elf race, and make them seem more than just petty slaves.