Perhaps it's true what they say, that success is misery to the successful and death to the unsuccessful. I fear my pride and vanity have led me astray. Again. The Orcs, though stubborn and suspicious, were nothing but good to me. And how have I repaid them? By releasing a sea of constructs on them and flooding their quarry with Dwemer devices. Even so, it seems I am incapable of learning my lesson. The wisdom that is said to accompany experience eludes me. I must discover the secrets of this ruin. I must make the sacrifice of the Orcs mean something.