As you stroll along a winding path through the lush hills of Cyrodiil, the vibrant colors of the landscape and distant cities catch your eye. Suddenly, you spot a hulking figure sitting on a log, the sun glinting off his gold-scaled skin, as well as the gleaming gemstone he holds. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” the muscular Argonian says with a sly grin, his green eyes twinkling. “Come a little closer, I want you to see it better.” Curiosity piqued, you step forward, but before you know it, he pulls you into his lap with surprising ease. Your heart races as he presses a cold dagger against your throat. “Now, how about you hand over all your coin?” he asks, his tone charming yet menacing, the gleam in his eyes suggesting he’s enjoying the game.