Breton

"They call High Rock the land of a thousand kings. Personally, I think those people need to take another count. I know the other provinces like to joke about High Rock and its people. It's fine. After all, nobody complains when there's a Breton alchemist like me in their town. Sure, an Altmer might make the snide remark like our puny mortal minds couldn't notice. The Orcs are the only ones who I allow to have their quarrel with us. Orsinium has burned many a time, but no people vanish once their country is taken. After all, that's how we were made. The Alyeids, our elven ancestors were scattered after their empire was destroyed. Even these thousand Breton kings don't like to dwell on that part. I've met plenty of Orcs who didn't want to kill me, but I've run into more of my supposed fellow man that wanted to. I've been in a caravan with Khajiit, in a bandit clan of forsworn, and back again. Not bad for a little Breton alchemist, eh?" -Caylyn Lellique, part time alchemist, local mage