My name is Seenlo, and I am a Thief
I thought that the land of Skyrim would be one of opportunity for my kind
After all, there is a war going on. Who is going to care about a few trinkets?
Maybe not so much
It is cold and hard with many watchful eyes
I have heard of an old place to the South. I have heard that there is a secret treasure there; a golden claw. This will be a good place to stay until the militia forgets its fury
A burial place where the Nords do not go; they say because of respect, but I think they are superstitious as well
It is a harsh land with many dark men about
It is a wonder anyone would want to live here
Tch
Magic is a useful thing to have
I may look into it
Ergh
I do not think these wilds are for me
No, I do not think they are for me
I begin to have second thoughts
Then I remember the rage of the guards. It would be bad to chance going where they might be
It will have to do
Hmmm
It is already occupied
Perhaps I will be the one who attacks for a change
These men are slow and unobservant
No wonder they shun civilization
They would not last in it
I see maybe why the Nords do not come to these places
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