Disclaimer: I don't own Morrowind. Well, I do own the game, but I don't own the franchise rights or anything like that.
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Upon the bitter shore I washed,
Garbed in poor threads--
The Mighty Dragon's chaff.
Distant words awoke me
From azure-driven dreams
That took me to the cusp of all.
The Dragon's rusted, dented claws called me back--
MOVE ALONG
"We care not how wrenched you are."
papers papers papers
What if I know not the quill?
You would send me forth alone still?
Knives in the Dark
Have need of me,
So it is a courier
I am to be--
My letter tells of dissident hope--
A mockery of a sacrficed saviour-king
Inflated by crowned breath, reeking of intrigue.