The hero of kvatch sat staring into his beer in a dark corner of Luther Broads boarding house in the imperial city. An older imperial entered and looked around. His eyes moved over the assorted patrons and stopped briefly when he noticed the bedraggled man in the corner. Swiftly and soundlessly he moved over.
"What brings you here stranger?" The older man asked.
"Go away, old man." Was the only answer.
"Well now, son. My name is Caius Cosades and maybe I can help you with whatever trouble you seem to be having."
"What makes you think that, old man?"
"Let us just say that I have some experience with all kinds of things. I'm sure I'll be able to help."
"They expect me to solve the murder of the emperor, or something, just because I happened to be there," the younger man snorted, "like I asked for the escape tunnel to go through my cell.
"And then, just because I delivered the bleeding amulet, I ended up in bloody kvatch.
"Now...now I am their divines-cursed problem solver. They probably want me to close the oblivion
gates too, while I'm at it. I never asked for all this, you know..." Another snort.
Then, "I'm sorry I probably said too much."
Caius smiled, "now don't apologize, young man. I happened to know someone like you once. In Vvardenfell it was. Born on a certain day to uncertain parents..."