Strikes-From-Abyss stared through the thick fog at the setting sun, wishing it away so that he could see the golden waters. Suddenly, it hit him: he was late for his appointment at Morvayn's Peacemakers! He opened the lighthouse hatch, ran down the long flight of stairs, dashed through Fog-Eye's house, huffed it across the docks, and burst through the city gates at full speed. It was already 7:57 pm, his appointment was at 7:30! Just as he reached the teal copper door and pulled on the handle, he discovered that it was locked, and checked the time again.
"8:02 pm. . . Peacemakers is prompt." The blue Argonian sighed in disappointment, and started making his way over to Benirus Manor, which he cleansed of Logrius' curse and made his home. He padded down the flagstone street, admiring the great statue of the mermaid near the city's northernmost wall that shadowed a pool of water he swam in every day. He opened, then shut the gate dividing the stone wall at the front of his home, went up the flat staircase and let himself inside. He shut and locked the door behind him, and as he went to the kitchen area, he promptly hit his shin on the low table near the entrance that was shrouded in darkness.
"Son of a. . .! Ugh, I should get my damn furniture painted white. . . Can't see it in this dark house." He grumbled as he pulled out a pewter dish and a half a loaf of bread, along with a tomato, lettuce, chicken, and a special sauce a friend from Leyawiin gave him. He made himself a sandwich and brought it upstairs with him to his study. He sat at his desk and pulled the desktop down, revealing a set of shelves hidden behind it, and pulled out a book titled "Mysterious Akavir".
"Haven't read this one yet," He mumbled to himself. "Can't hurt to practice my reading s'more." He took a healthy bite of his sandwich as he opened the book to it's first page, and set about to figuring out the words.
(This is just a little scene from the daily life of Strikes-From-Abyss, my blue, fist-fighting, well-endowed Argonian character from Oblivion. He used to be a slave, and therefor cannot read hardly at all. He practices every night before bed :) Good work, Abyss!)