Somewhere in a dark, secluded area of Skingrad, cold steel could be heard slicing it's way past frail skin, the victim, a rather paranoid bosmer, could feel atrocious pain shoot its way all throughout his body, the sensation was most intense in his chest area, from where he could see a dark red liquid seep from the wound a sword had previously been in. The Bosmer, Glarthir, fell tumbling forward, on to his knees attempting to call for help "No! G-guar-ACK!" the attacker must have hit his lung, as he could barely speak above a pained, pathetic whimper with the occasional coughing of blood. Eventually, Glarthir fell to the ground, his eyes attemping to stay open, the world darkening around him. It was there when the killer dropped his sword in what could only be made out as disgust, he cast a basic flare onto an unlit torch to see what he had done, despite being held toward the corpse, the faint source of light managed to illuminate, if just barely, the face of a Khajiit, not just any ordinary bandit, though, this was the face of a skilled warrior, a prisoner who just barely made it out of the imperial sewers, and the Hero of Kvatch.
And he just murdered someone in cold blood.
"Oh...oh shit!" The Khajiit, despite performing such a killing complete isolation, could feel invisible eyes all around him and a cold breeze on the back of his neck, however, he was more focused on the matter of what to do with the fresh, and smelly, corpse in front of him. In the darkness of the night, he managed to make out a small pond with his Night-Eye ability, he could likely drop the body in there and escape the city before it could be found and traced back to him, these things happen all the time, right? His heart raced the entire time dragging the late Wood Elve's corpse into the area, what if a guard walked by and saw him in a carrying around the town's local eccentric? What if he left the body where it was for a guard to pass by and see? The city would be under lockdown in seconds! No, he couldn't go back to the Imperial Prison, he had to press on. The frazzled Khajiit's heart had all but stopped when the resulting splash from the corpse falling in was louder than he could have anticipated.
At that moment he dropped all pretenses and took off sprinting for the nearest way out of town he could find, upon seeing a door, he wasted no time stopping to open it, he slammed into it with all of his might...only to bounce off with what may be a broken arm. "Sir, are you okay?" A commanding, yet concerned voice diverted the killer's attention from his "stunt", it was a Skingrad guard on horseback arriving to see what the commotion was. "Oh, oh, of course, sir! I was just late for...the newest arena match!" the guard simply raised his eyebrow and took on a more inquisitive tone "You were for an arena match at midnight in the Imperial City, which is miles from here?" Crapcrapcrapbytheninedivinesthisguyisgood "Uh, w-well, you know the Imperial City! It's uh- it's a wacky place!" The Khajiit tried to think of anything that could get him out of this situation, he didn't dare look up to make eye contact with the guard, as his guilty eyes would certainly give him away, he waited for him to brutally debunk his alibi.
Instead, the guard merely chuckled "Yeah, I wouldn't put if past the Imperial City, have nice night, sir!" he turned around and continued his nightly patrol. The resulting sigh of relief from the Khajiit was large enough to knock down several huts.
When he finally got home to his rather small house, he inserted a rusty, metal key into a door reading. "Bahduzi's house, no thieves!" Bahduzi didn't even bother to check if he locked the door back, he merely tossed his sword, of which was now covered in crusty blood, onto the floor and collapsed onto the bed, hoping to wake up in the morning with this whole incident behind him.
"You sleep rather soundly for a murder."