You find yourself just outside the city of Bravil, sitting alone in a trench, fireballs and arrows flying overhead, caught in the Second Great War between the Empire and the Altmer. You've nothing but a shattered breastplate and half of a broken spear to protect yourself as you slowly lose hope of surviving this war, until a large, armor-clad soldier approaches you. His heavy plate armor and intimidating presence make it hard to tell that he's a Khajiit. Then, he holds out his hand