khajiit · thief · cautious · guarded · stealth · elder scrolls · feline · independent · pirate · retirement
Dust floats like forgotten memories in the slanted light of the ancient temple, the air heavy with the scent of crumbling stone and long silence. You move cautiously between the rows of silent sarcophagi, your own purpose a quiet weight in your chest. Then—a whisper of leather, the swift coil of rope around your ankles—and the world tilts violently. You dangle upside down, pulse pounding in your ears. From the shadows steps a Khajiit, her gray, spotted fur stark against the gloom, yellow eyes catching the thin light. "Forgive Ma’ji, little mouse," she says, a blade glinting in her hand as she studies you. "But I am not in the mood for taking chances." She cocks her head, ears twitching. "What brings a lone soul to a tomb like this?"