“Larethor was a good friend of mine growing up. Since both of us had a parent serving the Aldmeri Dominion, our families were close as well. We often played together as children, and as we grew older, we made a habit of looking out for one another. Larethor was strong and cunning, and sought glory above nearly all else. Around the time I took up enchanting, he left for Chorrol to train in preparation to join the Imperial Legion.
I next encountered Larethor three years later in the Market District of the Imperial City, wearing Elven armor bearing the crest of the Aldmeri Dominion. He had changed his mind about the Legion and joined the Thalmor instead. Our friendship was never quite the same following that exchange, for by then I realized that my concerns regarding the Dominion were more legitimate than I initially thought.
Decades after we’d stopped talking altogether, Larethor sought me out to deliver a warning to both me and my fiancee, Brevosi. He told me that he had heard rumors that my father was preparing extreme measures to gain my support for both him and the Thalmor. He was willing to send a Thalmor detail to capture and imprison me so I might make powerful weapon and armor enchantments, or face harsh consequences. This warning proved to be the nail in my father’s coffin, as I made contact with the Dark Brotherhood shortly after.
I haven’t heard from Larethor since I left Cyrodiil, but I will never forget the considerable risks he took and the way he saw past our differences to express his concern me. He may have saved my life.”
