I find a wild sheep - not one to pass up on a meal, I bash its head in with my mace, and start making cuts. I have some roast mutton, then head into the Imperial City. Whoops... I forgot, people don't like you when you're dripping with grease. Heh.
Anywho, I head into the City, and after hours of combing the streets and taverns, I'm ready to give up, when I see an Argonian dressed in rags come up to me. He's probably a beggar, but I don't mind. Interaction of a friendly kind is always nice.
Hail, Argonian! (Er, he looks oddly nervous...)
Well met! How goes it with you?
Good, er...
You don't have to answer that, I was merely trying to make conversation. You should know that you are the first person in the Imperial City who has spoken to me.
I see. Why is that? (Total nutjob. Best be out of here.)
I suppose that most people are bothered by the aura of death that seems to follow me around like a bad smell. A certain fetid scent that cannot be cleansed by a swim in a river. It stains my very scales. Yet, for some reason, you have not deliberately avoided me. Why is that?
I suppose... I do not fear death. After all, I'm an adventurer, a wanderer; we deal with it on a daily basis. Evil does not frighten me, but I suppose I would face it down when I have to.
Truly? You are one who would readily face down evil in order to conquer it? I am surprised one such as yourself would talk to me.
Hang on, that's not what I ---
I have a proposition for you, stranger, if you would care to hear it.
If you're trying to ask me on a date at the Bloated Float, I don't date outside my species.
N-n-no. I... For reasons of my own, I desire to travel Tamriel, yet I lack the courage and abilities to do so on my own. I am, one might say, a "stranger" in this land. I know nothing of its people or its customs. I propose that we travel together. I offer my skills as a battlemage, and in return all that I ask is that you allow me to accompany you. I am quite skilled in the art of the magus, and I promise that I will not hinder you in your quests. How say you, stranger?
(Though he seems quite completely mad, and I am likely to end up dead by his hand... I am desperate for a meatshield or hired-hand. Plus, he comes cheaply...)
I accept your offer of arms.
You do...? I had not expected to find anyone in the Imperial City who would be willing to travel with me. There must be more to you than meets the eye, though for the moment I fail to see it.
Thanks... I think?
If it is not too much trouble, I left most of my possessions in a room at the Battered Dragon Inn, just west of the Imperial City. It's not too far from Wawnet Inn. If you can spare the time, I would like to go there first to recover my belongings.
I don't see why not. And I could stock up on food! Let's go!