Arctic Wolves Letter

Just north of the ruins of Rielle and West of Cloud Ruler Temple is a small unmarked bandit camo. If you sneak in, or best the bandits there, you will find a letter which prompts the following update:

In a Skyrim bandit camp near Cloud Ruler Temple I found a note written by a bandit, probably from a clan represented by three wolves' heads. In it, the bandit laments the actions of Vyka, a woman who apparently is manipulating Marlek, the leader of the Ice Dragon clan. The message notes that his camp lies somewhere northwest from the Hermaeus Mora's[sic] shrine. It is probable that Vyka's camp lies on the eastern region of the mountains, north of Dragon Claw Rock and the Silver Road.

(Rielle is due south of the camp, Cloud Ruler can be seen due east)

[This note is signed with a rough drawing of three wolves' heads -- it appears to be the insignia of a Skyrim Nord clan]

Wicked witch! I swear she's got Marlek under a spell!

Two moons ago, clearnight. Twas bright enough to dispel the darkest omens of Vaermina. No game in sight. The're wolves howling with reason. And still, she convinced him to hunt, leaving the camp toward the south toward Dragonclaw Rock and down the Silver Road. The're goes, like a starving mut [sic] following a trail of breadcrumbs. No matter that the pretty soldiers of the Legion patrol these lands. Can't mess with them woodsmen. Bruma guards, Ha! Could not brave the night without a matron leading them by the hand. Not those rangers, no. And, ther'e[sic] goes. I swear, for the white wolf, Marlek's plans be damned! Vyka keeps meddling, she'll wake in a bed of red snow!

Till he returns from the western camp, she'll bore and sleep like a bear. Most she'll do is send another errand boy to deliver her venom words to him. Wait west, north-west, of Hermaeus Mora's Shrine. You can't miss him, carrying her next load of horse shit. What else after Hothlar's cape? Your own skins! Read her deceiving words and understand! Marlek's tent is full of those. She is playing us for fools.

What say you? Are the brothers of the Ice Dragon men enough to take on their own leader's toy? Needn't die fast. Can have some fun with her before tossing the carcass to the wolves. Or prefer to chit-chat with their neighbors in Hermaeus' shrine? T'way Marlek follows that whore, maybe he's consorting with ol' Herma too! Betrayal of our Nord's blood once over is too many!

Bandits, Marauders and Raiders. Oh, my!

In these troubled times, the roads are filled with all manner of thugs looking to shuffle you off the mortal coil and take your gold. But they aren't all created equal.

(What? You don't have any gold? Me either.)

Bandits
Harrying travelers on the roads, bandits are hardly more than ruffians with a blade or club. They make their living by picking gold from the corpses of merchants and ill-equipped adventurers. The infest Cyrodiil like fleas on a dog. For a well-heeled adventurer they will pose little risk, unless you get mobbed.

As for gear, they carry worn-out armor and weapons. Occasionally some have gotten their hands on some finer outfitting, but that's more of an exception than the rule.

Marauders
Ex-mercenaries or soldiers for hire that realized they could make more coin taking it from people than hiring on with the army or in the fighter's guild. Their heavy armor makes them a challenge for novice adventurers. Though it looks formidable, their armor and weapons of old and in poor repair.

Raiders
Well-trained, well-equipped warriors are a force to be reckoned with. Anyone who comes across one would do well to run unless they have the grit to go toe-to-toe with these grim warriors.

There are rumors that they are actually an organized fighting force under the command of a powerful leader.