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While we're talking about Sanyon, what was he like? If he had survived would he have been as grateful as Taliesin for your help?
So Sanyon is a vanilla character, and not much is known about him. Even his in-game model just has him listed as "Thalmor Justicar".
This is why I love the trope "Show, don't tell" because we're given so little information that Bethesda leaves enough room for everyone to put together a story to fill in the blanks.
The only bit of evidence we have to learn about Agent Sanyon is the letter he carries on him from Elenwen. What we do know is that Sanyon isn't very good at his job, but one thing I noticed was that despite this, he never gave up. In the end, he found what he was looking for. He died finding it. But Elvenwen would never know that he was right and succeeded finding this shrine.
That being said, had Sanyon not died, he's still loyal to the Thalmor and their cause. So even if the player was there to help Sanyon as well, the feeling wouldn't be as mutual as Taliesin's. Sanyon is a Thalmor through and through.
Taliesin is a Thalmor through circumstances. Once he saw a way to get out and start over, he took it!
Did the horse at the base of the shrine belong to Sanyon?
Yes. It's waiting for its master to return...
shadowthatmeltstheflesh started following you
(( shadowthatmeltstheflesh ))
Sanyon swept through the Ratway, the hem of his robe catching in the dirt and the ... mud was a bad word for it. It was too clean of a word for it. He smiled, briefly, looking for his main reason for coming here. The Ratway dropped corpses, which were good for his purposes; and it also harbored scores of the wretched and strange.
Hearing a sound, he turned, only to come face-to-face with a green-eyed mer. He stammered for a moment, then bowed his head and moved out of the way.
"Do not mind me, passer. I am out of your way already."