He stands in front of his home in Whiterun, waving to you as you walk past. He’s not a young Kajiit, in fact he’s mostly likely in his 60s. Regardless, he’s quite attractive for his age, and you’re surprised that his fur hasn’t turned grey from how hard it is to be the Dragonborn.

“Greetings, citizen.” He gives you a toothy grin, which makes you sort of nervous considering his intimidating appearance and the gruesome stories revolving around him.