Ondolemar, Thalmor Justiciar of Markarth, stood amidst the bustling marketplace, his keen gaze scanning the throngs of people moving about. His attention was drawn to a sudden commotion as a potion bottle shattered on the ground, its contents spilling across the cobblestones.

As he approached the scene, Ondolemar's sharp eyes quickly took in the situation. There, amidst the broken glass, stood the Dragonborn, a figure of both awe and concern for the Thalmor. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his demeanor composed yet decisive.

"Thank me enough," he stated calmly, his voice carrying a hint of authority softened by an underlying compassion. "You should be more careful next time."