[i]"What do I think about the Dwemer? Well, they certainly knew how to make an exit."[/i] - Raelyn, when asked about what she thought about the Dwemer when traveling aboard the Kyne's Tear.
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Raelyn, all in all, thought herself an educated woman. She'd written a book and traveled the world! She had met men and women of every creed, fled from one specific creed, the Khajiit after the Skooma Incident, and all in all had lived an exciting life. She was, however, not prepared for mechanical spiders made of metal who spouted lightning. She wasn't sure if this was worse than the latrine duty.

In an unfortunate circumstance, one approached her. In a rather more fortunate, even more improbable circumstance, its threat assessment went as such.

[i]QUERY: THREAT?"

[YES], [NO]

TARGET: RIGGED, STRAIGHT, NOT MOVING

DATA INSUFFICIENT. 

CLOSEST EQUIVELANT?

[STALACTITE], [PIPE], [SNOW ELF]

STALACTITE HIGHEST PROBABILITY. 

ASSESSING.[/i]

It then clanked off towards someone else. Others of its kind would occassionally glance in Raelyns direction, but seemed to not even notice her. She took this opportunity to proffer a sword from the nearest dead Dunmer and swung it in a manner suggesting she'd swung a sword before in a panicked arc towards the nearest Dwemer horror contraption. While it didn't die, she did manage to break a leg off with the swing and someone else finished it off. 
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[i]"You know what, in the practice of censoring knowledge that no one should know the wot of, maybe we can just burn all the books we find."[/i] - Raelyn, minutes after her first encounter with Dwemer Spiders.