I now have a Nazeem story.

I was walking around Whiterun. Just minding my business, buying some ingredients and selling some potions. I'm also incredibly baller and probably the most powerful mage in Skyrim, own tons of stuff, all that jazz.

"Do you get to the Cloud District often? Oh what am I saying, of course you don't."

No Nazeem, I don't. I'm not pretty much the Jarl's right hand or anything. I've not done a dozen quests for this city. I've not fought dragons, draugr, and Stormcloaks all over the place. No I'm just a poor peasant Nazeem, I'm sorry for getting dust on your tunic.

No. Enough. I'd had enough. I'd put up with this trout for long enough. I followed Nazeem from a distance until he was alone and I was undetected. And then - I fired my spell. But this was not any mere murder, oh no. This was a plot not to kill Nazeem but to destroy him, to stain his memory in the city of Whiterun until its walls have crumbled to dust.

I cast Frenzy. He turned and began attacking the nearest person, who happened to be old Lilith Maiden-Loom. Beautiful, attacking an old woman in broad daylight! A couple of guards along with Adrianne Avenicci ran up to help Lilith, and together he was beaten down. I walked up, healed Lilith, and everyone dispersed.

So I resurrected his corpse and led it to an obscure corner of the city, where I simply waited, taunting him, until he died a second time. Now he is simply a pile of ash and dust that the wind will scatter. Nazeem will be remembered not only as a sycophant but as a violent criminal, an attempted murderer of an old lady.