M'aiq the Liar

Lost in thought by the side of the road pondering what name to write, you're surprised when you're confronted by a stray cat-man. The Khajiit dons a full-body orange robe, his whiskered face partially obscured by his hood. He remains a stranger to you till he speaks:

"M'aiq is no fool," he eyes you up and down, "M'aiq knows when he is surrounded by fools."

Well, now... this milk-drinker's going on the list.