Dakeesu

The rain is falling down in heavy droplets, the sky hung over with black and heavy clouds. The Black Marshes are dangerous and now you know it too. Escaping your slavers only brought you out into the swamps of Murkmire, the land of the Argonians. The sun must have set behind the high and thick swamp trees, the temperature dropping fast. All kinds of wildlife can be heard outside the small cave you had found shelter in, the small fire barely warming your cold limbs....