Disclaimer: I don't own Morrowind. No harm meant by this.
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DAK
I'm in a cave. It's cold and damp and smells of rotting things. I don't know why bandits make places like this their home. It reminds me too much of sewers, and I always hated the sewers. Rats lived in the sewers, and I've always hated rats.
Jiub is here as well, tending to my cracked ribs and to my head, which is pounding. He's rambling on and on about nothing as he works. His gray fingers move gently, but every time he touches me, pain explodes like a star falling from the heavens, leaving a tail of agony in its wake. I'd tell him to stop touching me, but my lips are bruised—swollen to the point that I can't work them properly. I think I bit my tongue in the fight. I keep tasting blood on my lips. Blood's got to come from somewhere. Everything's got to come from somewhere…like that Nord man we met back in Seyda Neen, right before we left for Balmora. Er…well, in the direction of Balmora. We still haven't gotten there yet. I'm not sure I'm ever going to make it. Fucking warhammer. Damn it and damn the thug that was swinging it. Feels like my brain's swollen too big for my skull. I don't think I've ever gotten this close to death before—except maybe after I broke into that cult's church. In the sewers. I hate sewers…they always have rats.
Shor, I can't think. Why can't I think?
Because you're dying, idiot.
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Yup, Dak and Jiub (that wacky duo from 'On the Devil's Doorstep') are back. This is much, much earlier in their adventures together. They are only a few days out of Seyda Neen at this point.