It's a Fredas, 15th of Last seed, 4E 201.

I was sitting, nearly dozing off while fishing in Lake Arrios when I felt a tug at my line.
"Finally" I thought to myself while I tugged and reeled at the rod.
But when I pulled my catch from the water, I was surprised to see a fish that looked to be made of the blackest obsidian of Red mountain.
I gulped, nervous "Do you grant wishes?" not really expecting an answer, going on the old Colovian tale of old fishermen and magic talking fish.
To my surprise, it answered and almost so politely, "Unfortunately I am not that kind of magic fish, but I will grant you access to Skyrim without the need of those pesky papers!"
I've never left Cyrodiil before, and leapt at the opportunity for adventure. "Is there a catch?" I almost asked sarcastically.
"No catch, dear sir. I only ask that you release me and spare my life." And so I did.
I found a camp of what look to be locals of the area. I think I'll stay here a night before heading back to Cyrodiil to gather my gear.