Sit, dear reader, have a care, And listen to wise Hennabear. I'll tell you things of Men and Mer, And all of them, you'll find, are fair. First I will of Dunmer speak, A culture old and quite unique. Dark-skinned Elves of slight physique, Their living gods' divine mystique. Next of Altmer you shall hear, Noble kin of highest tier. Their icy words do not endear, But speak no ill or you'll disappear. The Redguard is the noble nomad, In silks you'll often find them clad. They carry sharp blades just in case, Fast and skilled, you'll lose this race. In forests Bosmer like to hide, From leaf to leaf like birds they glide. You'll know at once when one has lied, His lips will move when he's replied. The burly Orc, slandered and green, Prone to anger, not very serene. Below the roughness one can g