Now? You ask me this now?
Fine traveller. Fine. In my younger days I was lost and abandoned in the South West of Morrowind. As a Dunmer so close to Cyrodillian borders, of course my options were slim. I could either be funneled into the Morag Tong or steal trinkets for bread and water.
I try not to rack up too much blood on my blades. Lifting noble pockets for septims worked well enough. Enough until I was caught. And here I am, back to my old tricks serving a Khajiit sneak thief. At least I still know some Illusion tricks. That way they won't hear the knife entering their neck.
Now hush. I hear footsteps.
