Taken from the sermons of Deldrise Morvayn, Fourth Tourbillon of the Mainspring Ever-Wound. By the word, I wind the gears. Speak not of Dwarves, child of the Tribunal. The simple clockworks of the Dwemer pale before the sublime machinery of Sotha Sil. Let Dumac's lament be a silent one. Let his hissing tombs stay buried. Let his automata rust and crumble. For his was the greatest failure—driven by Lorkhan's Great Lie and churlish pride. His is a tale of woe and terror, and those that pursue his ugly maths shall pay a great price in blood. By the word, I wind the gears.