To the Dark Brotherhood assassin who aided me.

This one has seen many terrible things, met many terrible people.

I was outside of Markath, having just left the caravan hungry for adventure. I came across a dark elf assassin wearing the gear of the dark brotherhood who was not hostile towards me, but was just waiting at a crossroads. Wanting to avoid trouble, and assuming he had a mark coming there soon, I backtracked to a little dirt trail I passed by earlier. Although the clouds were a grey blanket, it was still a pleasant enough day. I came upon 3 storm cloak soldiers, and after trying to strike up friendly conversation, they drew on me! I was not in a place to take on three soldiers so I ran, right to the brotherhood assassin. He saw my pursuers and attacked them. I was shocked that he would jump to my defense. I aided with my meager hunting bow, and soon the first storm cloak had fallen. We were almost done with the second when she landed a massive blow with her great sword on my new companion, ending him. Enraged, I put away my bow and finished off the last two with just my claws. Hell of an adventure to have first thing in the morning. I propped up my brotherhood friend against a boulder with his weapon leaning near him. I salute you, nameless assassin.