Day 1: Woke up on a cart with a headache the size of a watermelon. Smelled something bad. Found myself staring at three ugly looking Nords sitting on the cart with me. Found out that they were prisoners, like I was. Tried to tell the guards earlier that I was an expert in wealth distribution, specializing in the import of goods. They didn’t believe me. Sheesh. Note to self: Imperial guards aren’t stupid.
The hairless apes wouldn’t stop yapping. Talking about Imperials, and Stormcloaks and something about shouting at one another. What does a khajiit have to do to get a catnap around here?
The cart stopped at a quaint little hamlet. There’s greenery everywhere. Not like the deserts and dunes of Elseweyr. We were told to get down from the cart, and the guards asked me why I was there and said there must’ve been a mixup. Gee, Captain Obvious, you think? I didn’t realize how much trouble I was in until they started chopping people’s heads off. Eeep! I swear, I didn’t steal anything….much! Heard a weird sound in the sky. Not sure what it was. Didn’t care what it was. They were going to chop my head off!
Thought I was going to die. They put me on the chopping block right after that rebel they said was a brave man. Well, life’s been good. My mom always told me I was too greedy for my own good. Could never get my itchy little paws away from all those shiny valuab…. HOLY SHIT THERE’S A DRAGON ON THE ROO -!
