Sanna La'bhi, an aspiring Khajiiti merchant, who's just crossed the border into Cyrodiil.

You wake up with a gasp, such a strange dream, vivid too, was it normal to forget who you are while you slept? Probably better to not think about it.

You yawn and stretch your back, this cheap bedroll just thrown onto the ground isn't the most comfortable thing to sleep on, but you've slept on worse things, and the cold air blowing in from the upper Niben makes up for it, far better than the dry heat of Anequina.

You slowly get up, noticing how matted your fur is from laying down, what you wouldn't give for a refreshing bath right about now... No matter, you've just got to live with it for the time being, opportunity awaits.

You sluggishly roll up your bedroll and grab your bag, last night you managed to snag a rabbit, by some miracle, this will probably be the first non-stolen meal you've eaten since well... Since you could remember.

You grab the rabbit from your bag and suddenly you hear something moving outside your tent, your heart rate picks up, your ears twitch. You hope it isn't a wolf, or worse, bandits, you quietly shuffle through your bag and grab your only means of defense, a rusty iron dagger.

Quietly, you make your way to the half open tent flap, trying to peek at whatever or whoever it could be, finally you see...