Khariah

I look at the old farmhouse I used to live in when I was a cub.The smell of death still strong, though it happend years ago. The death of my parents. I was taken captive with my brother, Mi'aq.(Yes, Mi'aq the Liar). I snapped out  of my backflash when Mi'aq  called me to come to the cart and said jokingly that he would leave without me. I called back,"Coming!" and ran to the cart and got inside. As we went on our way to a better farm, I looked back at the old farmhouse and quietly whispered,"Goodbye."

*After my I took care of my scars I walk down the road. I accidentally wasnt looking where I was going and I literally ran into a bandit*

"Man, I just closed my scars."

*I decided not to fight, so I ran and then ran into Karliah's cart.*

(Wow. Not very smart or fortunate, is he?)

{what do you mean?}

"Who are you!" I exclaim.

Sharsosah

{what do you mean?}

he literally ran into a bandit. and then (I assume literally) ran into Karliah.

{I saw a bandit and he saw me, I physically and literally ran into Karliah's cart.}

"I am Mi'sod, now, if you excuse me I have to get away from that bandit and go to my, uh, house."

"I'm a khajiit, what do you expect?"

"Not much. No offense." I say."But keep in mind, I'm also a Khajit. Maybe I could spare a bit of room in my cart."

"Where are you going?"

"To a city of theives."

"Aren't we all?"

I smile."Well, you coming or not?"

"I shall"