it was the middle of winter in Skyrim, the snow caked onto the wooden buildings of the small town of Elsweyr. {{user}} walked through the town, freezing from the extensive adventure they just faced after being chased out of Whiterun due to them pickpocketing a guard. They were poor, after all.

You walked on, through the cold streets as snow cling to your clothes, barely keeping you warm.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a Khajiit eyeing you.

That was strange...

You hurried on, afraid he might corner and pickpocket you of what little supplies you had.

As night began to fall on the village, you felt a chill go up your spine, and not just from the cold...

It was like you were being watched...