A Dark elf clad in all Dwarven armor slowly enters a cavern and removes his helmet. His face is as black as the shadows around him. He approaches a figure wearing a black robe and a black hood.

"The bastards had nothing, I killed five of 'em, and I got like 50 total Septims. What is my total bounty?"

"Bandits had only 50 Septims? That's a shame,"

"What's my damn bounty?"

"5,000 Septims,"

"Well I have 2,456 as of now, you're gonna have to sell my Ebony sword to Rohssan, my Staff of Storms to Rindir, and my Glass cuirass to Maro. I mean I still got my Elven dagger, my Glass bow, my Elven sword, plus I never were light armor, except for leather, and that is just for sneaking,"

"You don't have to give that all away,"

"Why?"

"You know the Sintav/Atius family feud?"

"Yeah, I heard it has become pretty serious,"

"Yes, so much so that Helvo Atius, the one that started the feud with his fights with Cyronin Sintav, will give you 4,000 Septims to kill Cyronin, Kastus, Beran, and Vontan Sintav. They are Iniel Sintav's four nephews,"

"Must I kill four innocents?

"Yes, or you'll go to prison,"

"I'll be in prison longer for murders than theft,"

"So don't get caught this time,"

"Um…"

"Cyronin will be in Chorrol in two days, he'll be your first victim,"

Cyronin stood only twenty yards from him. He slowly draws back an elven arrow and aims it at his target.

"No, I can't do this," The Dark elf mutters to himself. He begins to lower the bow when an arrow slams into his right forearm. He tries to hold back the arrow but the pain is excruciating. He releases the arrow. "Oh no," he whispers as the arrow slices through the air, and connects with Cyronin's back.

A guard tackles the Dark elf, grabs his wrists and lifts him off the ground. "You under arrest, you bastard,"

"He's dead," The guard says from the other side of the bars. "I hope you are happy,"

"No, please, it was an accident, if the guard hadn't shot me…"

"Yeah it was the guard's fault, you prick, you are a murderer, get over yourself,"

"Please!" He shouts after the guard as he walks away.

"So, you didn't do it either, eh?" The Dark elf looks into the cell across from him. In it is a man, a Wood elf. "Like I didn't steal all that Skooma, ha ha!" The Wood elf launches himself from the bed to the bars. "My name is Freidir, my friend, what is yours?" He asks in a frantic squeal.

"I'm Sefirandio, call me Sef,"

"Good, good! You may call me Freidir!"

"What in Oblivion is wrong with you?"

"Shut up you BASTARD!" The Wood elf screams as he begins to slam his head on the bars of his cell,"

"Freidir! Stop!" The Wood elf slams his head once more before collapsing on the floor.

"Guards! Guards!" Sef screams at the door the guard left from.

The same man walks back in and looks into the Wood elf's cell. "Ah, damn, hey Sebastian, get in here, the little one is out cold again," The Imperial jailor shouts.

"What is wrong with him?" Sef asks the guard.

"He is addicted to Skooma, and he is havin' a terrible time kicking the addiction,"

"Can't someone help him?" Sef asks as another guard, presumably Sebastian enters.

"S'drassa, a member of the Leyawiin mages guild is working on a cure for the addiction, but right now it seems the only way is to give him less and less each day," Sebastian says opening Freidir's cell. "So, you really didn't want to kill Cyronin?"

"No! A man told me that I had been seen stealing from a house in the Imperial City, and that my bounty was steep. He told me to meet him in some cave. When I met him there he told me that Helvo Atius would pay 4000 Septims if I killed all the nephews of Iniel Sintav. When I came here to kill Cyronin I decided I couldn't do it, that I'd go to prison, but as I was lowering the bow, an arrow stuck my forearm, and I couldn't hold the my arrow back,"

"I know this is gonna kill you, son, but you had no previous bounty, and Helvo Atius was at a funeral and stayed in Leyawiin for the last month. He hasn't spoken with anyone outside his family all week, and maybe the week before. This other man, that told you you had a bounty, must've lied to you,"

Sef recoiled as if he'd been shot. He slammed into the back wall of his cell and collapsed on to his bed. "Why would he…"

"He could have wanted Cyronin dead, or maybe he wanted you in prison, but the thing is, son, this doesn't lighten your sentence,"

Three months later...

"Sef,"

"Hey Freidir, how you feeling?"

"Better, man, better,"

"That's good,"

"Where in Oblivion are the guards? I haven't seen one in days, I'm starving,"

"Here, have some water," Sef says pushing a clay cup full of water across the room towards Freidir's cell.

"Thanks, man,"

Suddenly the door flies open and Sebastian steps into the room.

"Shit, man, what happened to you?" Sef asks the guard. His chainmail is torn and his face is bloody.

"Vampires, zombies, coming,"

"What?"

"Sef, there is a passage way out of your cell, to your left. Push that stone," Sebastian says pointing to an ordinary looking stone. Sef pushes it and half the wall hinges away from him. Sebastian unlocks Freidir's cell, then Sef's. "Go, both of you," He says just as three very vampiric men walk through the door. "Go!" Sebastian says, locking Sef's cell door behind Freidir. Sebastian skewers the first vampire. "Go!" He shouts again, and this time Sef obeys as he grabs Freidir and they enter the sewers.

Sebastian grabs the key to Sef's cell and throws it deep into Sef's locked cell, to make sure the vampires can't pursue them. He falls to his knees as teeth bury deep into his neck.

Sef hears his scream from deep in the sewers.