Morrowind: A Different Perspective
I don't own anything, except Miklan and Razzac.
The ship arrived on the dock. Razzac, a young ashlander, watched as a tall Dunmer, stepped off.
'Probably a house dunmer' thought Razzac spitefully. 'They always have a knack of getting into trouble.' Of course, that was saying something. He, along with being an ashlander, was part of the thieves' guild and Morag Tong. In fact, he was the best. Next to the leaders of each respective guild. He went to the high elf's corner house. There he saw the dunmer that stepped off. What he saw told him that he was wrong. The dunmer was buying chitin armor, a bow and arrows, and, a fine steel short sword. The dunmer walked up to Razzac.
"Hello, I'm Miklan, who're you?" The dunmer said awkwardly.
"Razzac, what house do you belong to?" He asked.
"What, I have no clue what you're talking about. I am from the west, Cyrodil." He said
"I see, and, goodbye." Razzac said and turned to leave.
"Wait, I'm going to Balmora, would you care to accompany me?" Miklan asked.
"I guess, I've nothing better to do." Razzac said as they set off towards Balmora.
So, that's my first chapter. R&R. It will get much better, trust me.