The life of D'ahlee

These Nords look down upon me, as though I am scum. They think I am yet another Khajiit refugee, wandering Skyrim for money. Selling goods that aren't worth half of what I sell them for. But this is only an image. These poor fools know nothing of me. I am a proud Khajiit. Proud of my background and my family. Proud of my people. I arrived in Skyrim only two days ago. I heard of the Nords as being accepting and welcoming. But they do not seem to be.

They are not as bad as the humans that call themselves Imperials. Now those people... I wish I could get my claws on them. Oh, how they anger D'ahlee! Sending me to the chopping block, when I was just there by accident. I have nothing to do in this human war. It does not concern me. No, I came to this land to seek out the Dark Brotherhood. To avenge my family, who's lives were taken in this war. They were but traveling merchants, traveling Skyrim. I know not which side killed them, only that those responsible will pay.

Besides, I have a... passion, shall we say, for taking the lives of humans. I know this Brotherhood will require me to slay more than just humans, but what can I say? I have a lust for blood. Oh, yes... I can just taste it now. And I yearn for it! But until I find the brotherhood, all I can do is lay low. Try and get along with these petty human beings. the Jarl of Whiterun is anticipating a dragon attack, and he has requested my help. I am all for the death of humans. But what business of mine is it to be killing dragons? Oh, D'ahlee is not sure what she should do...

But beware, Nords and Imperials alike... You keeled D'ahlee's family. You will have only the warning of my fur bristling against you as I drag my blade across your throat. And then you will belong to Sithis.