What cursed fate brought this poor wretch to Coldharbour?  Who was he before becoming this shell?  What stories could he have told that are now lost to the foul mists of Oblivion?  Was he a young man or old?  Was he a scholar, a soldier, a shopkeeper?  Was he a father, a brother, or both? Was he a genius or a fool?  A friend or an enemy?  Little do the incessant territorial disputes of Tamriel matter to him now.

For what it’s worth, I do not believe in a fate that is fixed however a man may act; but I do believe in a fate that is inevitable unless that man acts.

S.K