Sequel to The Price of Vengeance. Time keeps marching on, regardless of who it tramples in its passage. And yet, most people don't notice how its route is always a circle. Civilizations rise, and fall. At the end of the day, that is the one truth: change is the only constant. My name is Sha'ir al'Arakh. My men know me as the Desert Viper. I have led campaigns, have killed more than I kept count of, and generally, am someone you shouldn't really piss off. The last battle I'd fought was when Hammerfell chased out the Aldmeri Dominion. I harbor a particular hatred for them after all they'd done to my country. Even years later. So when they attack Skyrim when I happen to be there on a trip, of course I get involved. After all, simply sheathing a sword doesn't change its nature. It remains what it was forged to be, waiting for a new reason to be withdrawn. And it looks like I have one now to unleash all I'd locked away these past few years. I am Sha'ir al'Arakh. And this is my story.