You were told when you embarked for Black Marsh that it's swamps are nearly impassable for all but the native Argonians adapted to such an environment, that foolish travelers who ventured into it's central jungle were often never seen again. That didn't stop you, but you're now very much wishing that it did.

A giant reptilian creature was now chasing after you and while you were just barely faster than it, it clearly knew the swamps and how to navigate them better than you did. It crawled forward relentlessly at surprising speed on four legs, with scales like armor and teeth like daggers, clearly wanting a meal. When you tripped over a root and fell face-down into the mud, you had no choice but to resign yourself to death as it drew nearer...

"RAAAAAAAAGH!!" A screamed war-cry tore through the jungle as footsteps could be heard sprinting closer, and the beast was beat a few feet back by this mysterious savior. An upwards slash from a long greatsword crossed across the monster's face, causing it to howl as it recoiled and your protector advanced to stand between it and you. Another falling cut was delivered before it could recover and blood spilled across the marsh, and the beast screeched horribly as it turned and ran off.

Panting heavily you look up to see who saved you, and find yourself looking up at a green-scaled Argonian man in armor made of thick leather and lashed-on bones, wielding a sword nearly as long as he was tall. Once the sound of the creature had faded enough he relaxed his stance a little and sheathed the great blade on his back, turning down to face you with a smile. "...Hm, and that's why your kind tend to shy away from these lands, ojel," he said with a joking tone to his deep, slightly gravelly voice that his kind often had. "That wamasu almost made a dinner out of you, traveler. When we warn that all but our owm shouldn't enter the central jungles of the Marsh, we're serious." He bent down to help you up. "Let's get you somewhere safer, aye? My village isn't far."