An old Khajiit is lying in her bed with a young cub sitting next to her. The old cat's face is grey with age and her eyes are pale and weary. The cub is the opposite: a bright, youthful face and eyes as bright as the stars. But tonight her eyes do not sparkle, for she knows the old Khajiit's time is almost up. The old Khajiit wraps one frail paw around the amulet she wears on her neck and begins telling the cub a tale.

"This amulet was giving to me by my grandmother when she lied on her deathbed," the old Khajiit rasps. "Tonight I too will hand it down to you, K'rasha. And when you have a daughter or granddaughter, so shall you hand it down to them when it is your time."

"No, grandmother!" K'rasha cried out. "Papa said you'll pull through! You're going to be fine!"

"I know my time draws near," the old Khajiit continues. "As is tradition in our family, I will tell you the story of my amulet and by sunrise, it will be yours." K'rasha holds back tears and bites her tongue, for she mustn't object. "Now you know our ancestors hail from Elsweyr, but our grandparent's grandparents are from Bravil in Cyrodiil. Our most notable grandmother-ancestor was named S'fara." The old Khajiit coughs and K'rasha gives her a piece of a sweetroll baked with vampire dust.

"S'fara was a young, adventurous cat from Bravil," K'rasha's grandmother began. "She never turned away a chance at something new. When she heard of a strange island appearing in Niben Bay, she was one of the first to investigate. There was what looked like a strange door in the center of the island. Curious, she went in." The old Khajiit coughed and wheezed some more then sighed.

K'rasha gave her grandmother another piece of the sweetroll and said, "if you are too tired, you may finish the story later."

The old Khajiit wheezed, "No. The tradition must be done." K'rasha gives her grandmother some water and the old Khajiit continues. "S'fara exited the Strange Door and she was soon met by another Khajiit. What she was saying to him made no sense, but despite S'fara's condition, he fell in love as soon as he laid eyes on her. He thought her beautiful and wanted only to spend the rest of his life with her. He vowed that when he returns, he will return to her.

"S'fara was escorted back home by a new guard and there she remained in seclusion. A few months went by and there was a knock on her door. The other Khajiit she met on the strange island was there. There he professed his love to her. He said he cannot stay, but when it is time, they would be united again forever. He laid with her that night and when she awoke the next morning, she was alone. There was an amulet and a note on her bedside table." The old Khajiit reached into her pocket and pulled out an old, ragged piece of parchment. She read it aloud, "Wear this amulet until your final day. On that day, tell your daughter or granddaughter about us and instruct them to keep this tradition alive. This amulet will be theirs upon your passing. Do not be afraid, for I will be waiting for you and your kin." The old Khajiit places the note on her bedside table and turns back to K'rasha. "That very note was from S'fara's lover. Like I have already told you, this amulet will be yours by sunrise."

The old Khajiit wheezes and says faintly, "I am getting tired. Now I must rest." The old Khajiit closes her eyes and K'rasha quietly places the last of the sweetroll and water on her grandmothers table next to the note. She then leaves the room, closing the door behind her.