"Get out of my way!" shouted the rude Imperial man, as he kicked Methredel to the ground.
"Please, sir," she ventured, "Can't you spare a coin?"
"I have better things to spend my gold on! Get lost, whore!" For good measure, the evil man spat at her feet.
Methredel sighed, picking herself up. Sure, it wasn't unusual for this sort of thing to happen, but that didn't mean she had to be happy about it. Begging had been too unsuccessful lately. She really had only one option left.
Stealing.
She'd promised herself she wouldn't try it, but given that the only other option was prostitution (like hell she would do that!), it was either steal or starve.
So, she purposefully sank herself into the thick crowds of the Market District. When nobody was looking, she passed an apple stand, and took one without anyone noticing.
I know it's bad, but it's food. she told herself as she devoured the fruit. Talos knows when I'll eat again.
It was then that the mysterious Dunmer came from behind and grabbed her arm. "You seem to have a talent for stealing, did you know that?"