(NPC is asked what happened to him back in Morrowind during the Oblivion Crisis) 

It’d be easier to tell you what didn’t happen. At first there was the Oblivion Crisis. A ploughing rampage of bloody Daedra lay endless, miserable siege to our House capital of Narsis. We were up to our greaves in blood and the Legion was as inept as a zombie is at… well, bloody everything. Only when the city had bled itself dry did those Sloads, the Redorans, ‘liberate’ us.

(This Dunmer doesn't like Skyrim. She is asked why she doesn't just leave)

Easy for you to say. Morrowind is hardly the land I grew up in. Ever since the Red Mountain erupted Morrowind is an ash-filled wasteland. The air is so thick it blocks out the sun and you feel like chocking. Add to that all the chaos in the wake of the Oblivion Crisis and the Red Year. My great house was stripped of its power and torn asunder. Going back would be a death sentence.

(A combat taunt)

Nerevar guide me!