Melnaro is a weathered soul. Haunted by the slaughter of the Oblivion Crisis, imprisoned nearly four decades for daring to defy his Thalmor overlords, and worst of all: nearing his 250th birthday; the old Altmer is starting to feel his age. But as his sadistic jailer is called to the frozen north, dragging the old mer along with him, fate beckons. "A little old for this kind of work ain't ya?" "Hardly, my springtime has only just begun."