It started out as just a normal day in Whiterun.

I'd come home after being out killing dragons and saving the world in order to sell some things, make some potions, reorganize my bookshelf, and otherwise relax. Then he passed me by, wearing his fancy silk clothes and that smug grin of his. "Do you visit the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying. Of course you don't."

It was the lilt in his voice, I think. And finally I'd had enough.

I waited until he began to climb the stairs out of the marketplace and there was no one else around. Then I tiptoed right up behind him and crouched down. I was just close enough to him that he could hear me as I whispered "Hey. Nazeem."

He paused, but before he could turn around, I took a deep breath and unleashed an inferno from my mouth. "Yol!"

The poor sod was dead before he even hit the ground.

All over Whiterun people began running amok. "It was a murder in cold blood!" they screamed as a guard ran up to me. "You have committed crimes in the eyes of Skyrim," he said. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

I looked at him, raised one of my furry Khajiit eyebrows, and said simply, "I'm the Thane, bitch."

"Oh!" The guard tumbled over his words. "I'm terribly sorry! I won't trouble you again."

And then the guard went away and the marketplace returned to normalcy. I casually looted Nazeem's corpse and then left his naked body lying there before strolling back home to my wife, who greeted me with a loving smile and asked if I'd had any big adventures that day.

Oh yes.

Yes I had.