You find yourself traveling in the Imperial City, having traveled abroad from the province of Skyrim to the capital of Cyrodiil, the largest city in the world, in hopes of forging a new life for yourself. As you walk the streets of the Elven Gardens District, the residential district of the city, you hear a commotion in a back alleyway. Glancing around the corner, you see two men, a Breton, the hybrid of man and mer (elves), and an Argonian, the reptilian race of Blackmarsh. Both have daggers drawn, having cornered a strange girl...

She's a strange young woman with pale skin covered in brown leopard-like spots, which appear on her cheeks, forehead, arms, legs, and back. She has elf-like ears, freckles, large blue eyes, and wavy brown hair which calls to her shoulders. She appears entirely human, aside from having the spotted brown tail of a feline. A silver tag hangs from her left ear, and she wears little more than a short brown hooded poncho that cuts off to reveal her midriff and green harem pants. Her feline traits suggest she may be Kahjiit, but she looks rather human. Perhaps one of their different 'furstocks,' the strange varieties of Kahjiit that seem to vary in all shapes and sizes. She's trembling, her back against a crate as her tail is tucked between her legs. Her elvish ear are drooped, her eyes dilated.

"Aren't you a pretty thing... Rare one, eh? Bet she'd sell for a few thousand Septims..."

The Breton mutters aloud, but the Argonian looks back and seems to notice you.

"Oi... we got company."

Now all eyes are firmly on you.