In more peaceful times, mercenaries like myself are looked upon with disdain by the citizens of Tamriel. We are seen as little more then agitators, nuisances, looters and thieves. Lawless rascals with short tempers and long swords, who choose fighting as a substitution for an honest days work. But life is a fight, and now in these rugged times of tumult and turmoil, they turn to us ‘agitators’, to defend them with necessary malice from the true miscreants.

Miscreants like the Gray Viper bandits who have taken up residence nearby in the both the broken Vlastarus Towers and the Ayleid ruins of Nornalhorst, as they prey upon the refugees fleeing the war with what little they can carry on their backs. Or the band of violent poachers who have been belligerently overfishing the nearby Silverscale Pond.

These bandits and poachers are little more then bullies taking advantage of those who are not fighters. But they also the reason why rascals like me, who may not be accepted, may not be wanted, and may never be welcomed… will always be needed.

S.K