“Hmm.” It’s a question that needs a little thought.

“In some ways, I suppose they’re not so alike,” he admits. “Tamriel is a great continent, divided between many different inhabitants. Humans, elves, cat and lizard-folk all have their own lands, but the greater number of them live together in the Empire. Especially in my home province, of course: Cyrodiil is the heart of the Empire, and there are probably as many people from other races as there are Imperials like me.” He grins, quite proud of his people’s cosmopolitan ways. It's their hat.

“Magic is also relatively commonplace, of course. At least in Cyrodiil. Most people aren’t really mages - I mean, they don’t train for it – but lots of them can work at least some small spells. Some races practice it almost as easily as breathing. And then there are many beasts that use magic, as well. But those are just the obvious differences. We have our noble families too, though they answer to the Emperor. There aren’t any electrical gadgets in everyone’s pockets, no… phones or miniature timepieces.”