I am an Argonian. There are those who call me Darr-Ei. I awoke one morning to find an entire mob of people after me, and the guards of an entire city deadset on murdering me. It was an irregular day, yet pretty damn similar to most of my other days. Apparently they think I set up a portal to Black Marsh, so the Argonians can invade. After slaughtering most of the crowd, I decided to speak to the Jarl. I was to explore the realm on the other side of the portal. This is where the real story begins, or so they say.