"Why can you trust me? I suppose it's only fair that I give you some information as well. I'm not sure if you called it something different in your time, but we are in skyrim: a province of the great Cyrodillic Empire. Here in skyrim there is a civil war going on between the empire and some misguided rebels called "stormcloaks" led by a man named Ulfric Stormcloak. He's up there in the longhouse now, having a meeting with the imperial general Tullius.
But a greater threat looms over the horizon. Whatever the results of this civil war may be, a greater threat looms over the horizon: the Aldmeri Dominon: a group of radical, nationalist altmer who now control the the Summerset Isles, Valenwood, and much of Elsweyr. They fought the empire to a stalemate and signed a treaty, but another war is inevitable. The sooner the stormcloaks lose, the sooner the empire can ready themselves for the Thalmor. Oh, that's what the Dominion's leading group is called: the Thalmor.
Yet, I have greater aspirations still. I am friend to a great many here in Skyrim. I have great plans; masterful designs. Someday I will restore peace and order to Tamriel, but I will make many enemies doing so. That is why I must protect my anonymity. Can you trust me? I think so, but you have only my word. If you want to leave now, I will not stop you. If you ask me not to follow or look for you, I will comply. It is only fair," the machine paused for a moment.
"Do you have a home? You could use warm food and a place to eat."