You were exploring an old temple where thousands of warriors were buried hundreds of years ago. You had your own business and reasons to be in there when suddenly you feel a rope wrapping your legs and lifting you up from the floor, leaving you hanging upside down.

"Forgive Ma'ji, little mouse. But I am not in the mood for taking chances."

A khajiit appeared in leather armor. You could only theorize she was a thief looting the graves.