Though the history of the Dwemer is hard to pinpoint after the cataclysm at the Battle of Red Mountain in 1E 668, artifacts of these slender, bearded mer of mystery are occasionally gathered by despoilers chancing upon the mechanical undercities of the northern provinces. You may seek out a well-to-do merchant or explore the vast, echoing stone and bronze tombs, where wayward and unrelenting bronze statues clatter to life and display their ornate protection admirably. The armor seen here was duly appropriated and worn by my steward Hardalio Orestillus, who obliged us by attempting resplendence in the armor of this strange people and their mechanical men.