Yay, the Psijiic Order is in this one, if briefly.

This is my favourite one so far! This is a better X-mas gift than anything I actually got as presents this year.

Truly is. Some may not find that to be high compliment, given that I only received socks, but I'm a man who loves his socks.

Cool. Cool cool cool.

Turns out Vivec calls them 'Altmer of the sea' in his Ruddy Man fight.

^^^ Mhmm, good catch. Added to "Cephelomer", that officially blows my theory of the Dreugh out of the water.

Then there's the rarely-mentioned but still intensely important ichthyomer which have the heads of blond-haired, non-blinking altmer and the bodies of horrible, scaled corpulent lizard beasts. But they dwell so deep underwater, most contemporary Osteoscryers and Paleomancers of the Imperial College of Dead-Standards-and Mnmeasures agree that the depths they were spore-dreamed at residing in were deeper than Nirn's diameter, putting the ichthyomer either in space or a pocket reality somewhere in the unplumbed depths of Nirn's oceans, where certainly more beings of untold primordial terror and abhorrence surely swim and crawl as well.

So I'm wondering, why did the Altmer pay the tariffs for an imaginary transaction?

They were probably imaginary tariffs made out of pieces of circular paper with the word "MOENY" crudely scrawled on them

Were they just trolling the Septim Empire?

Bureaucratic error?

Reminds me of an old Borges piece that was published in the New Yorker years ago. From the archive:

A Dream

In a deserted place in Iran there is a not very tall stone tower that has neither door nor window. In the only room (with a dirt floor and shaped like a circle) there is a wooden table and a bench. In that circular cell, a man who looks like me is writing in letters I cannot understand a long poem about a man who in another circular cell is writing a poem about a man who in another circular cell . . . The process never ends and no one will be able to read what the prisoners write.

Source: http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2009/07/06/090706po_poem_borges#ixzz1j5ckoRLo

I'd imagine so. It seems fitting for the orderly Altmer.

Love.