Lurking in the shadows,
Dagger on his right hand
He doesn’t play the right way
A bow in his back,
Some coins in his purse
But these coins are not his.

He’s heading to a store
But it’s not to buy.
The only words that he knows are
**** and Rob.

He puts up his ebony dagger
The dark elf gives his coins
The thief says:
“Is that it?”
The elf responds:
“Yes. It is.”

The thief walks in into the inn
Put the purse on top of the table
The woman hands him a beer
He picks it up and drinks
A man came to him and said:
“GET OUT OF MY INN!!!”
3 seconds later the man falls and dies
The thief gets up and says:
“Another stupid nord wants to go”
No one said anything
And the thief walks out.

On the city of Windhelm
The night is cold.