The Cloud District
"The oh-so familiar air of Whiterun – I'm grateful you chose to go on your adventures with me." Sven remarked, having been offered the chance to once again globetrot with the dovahkiin since the trip into Bleak Falls Barrow. The dargonborn decided to visit his old friend, Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun.
Trekking up the steps, Nazeem appeared from around the corner, heading in the opposite direction, until he stopped to make his usual remark – "Do you get to the cloud district very often? Oh what am I saying, of course you don't." A surge of anger erupted in the dragonborn – Nazeem never hesitated to make the same remark over and over again, despite the dragonborn's honorary title of Thane, but now Nazeem had just overdone it for the last time.
"You know what Nazeem?" the dargonborn said as Nazeem walked off. He tuned to face him.
"Need something?" those were his last words, as a quick slash of a Daedric Greatsword decapitated his head from his body, and rolled along the steps which were now covered in his blood.
"And his ugly red head rolled around on the floor." Sven sang, offering the dragonborn a well deserved high-five.