I love the Thalmor, almost everything about them. For instance, the color of their blood glistening off my sword in the early dawn light is one of my favorite things. Also, their heads roll very well, I'd say better than those of most races. And when they say, "You are a dog, and I am your master!" I get all warm and fuzzy inside, just before this particular dog chops master into ground meat. My favorite approach to them is, when they are escorting a prisoner, walk casually over and free the prisoner with no verbal interchange at all. This leads to all sorts of merriment and enjoyment, and avoids those nasty and oppressive fines for assault. I wish I could speak with Elenwyn about giving them more coin, though, they never have much, if any at all. Poor things.

In one play-through, at the peace council meeting, I approached her and, after enjoying her telling me that now she knew who, and what, I was, dropped one of her bounty notes on the table in front of her. Now, it did nothing in the game (how I wish it would) but it gave me a feeling of satisfaction. In fact, I wish I had a copy of the bounty note to give to everyone in attendance, in order to share the warmth. Ah, well, I dream.

"Why, yes, Elenwyn, that was me who killed all those people in your embassy. Great party, let's do it again sometime. Hmm? Let me think... oh, yes, I recall destroying your garrison at the keep. You know they had the nerve to attack me? Wow, aggressive race, the Thalmor. Eh? Oh, the second time your soldiers and wizards got wiped out at the embassy? Yep, me again. Gosh, good memory you have, and I must admit, me again knocking off all those patrols you send out to round up Talos worshipers. Say, will you be importing any more soldiers into Skyrim? I'm getting bored just killing dragons. Oh well, let's start this council thingy, we can talk later."