As I woke from the strange dream I looked up bleary eyed, my head still spinning from the thoughts whirring through my head. I got up and noticed a tall Dunmer man, who had apparently been waiting for me as he piped up straight away. He asked me if I was ok and who I was. I told him my name was Ll�Ake, brother of Ra�virr and cousin of the infamous Sa�ea. I mumbled about my baby brother Pu�delle but tried to stay quiet. He glared down at me and told me the guard was coming. I had no idea exactly how he knew this, seeing as he was good way away from the door and was facing the wrong way.

As soon as I saw the Imperial walk down the stairs I was frightened�his legs had floated down the them! I tried to run away but I couldn�t, there seemed to be a gluey substance stuck to my feet. The guard came and told me to press W, so I did. I turned to the wall beside me and pushed a big button labelled �W�, and the guard threw a bucket of water on me. I was rather angry about this, so I ran at him and threw a punch. It seemed I had some sort of force field around me though, as my hands wouldn�t lift up. The guard just walked off.

I sighed with relief at the fact I could now move again, the water obviously having washed the glue away, and followed the Imperial. He again floated up the stairs, but I was used to this now so floated up also. As I got to the steps leading to the deck of the ship a Redhead attacked me verbally. Then the Imperial man piped up about me trying to be civil. I was pretty much furious at this�first he had thrown a bucket of water over me and now I was getting insulted! And he called me uncivil! Anyway, I pushed the button labelled �space�.

I blacked out for a few moments, then fell onto deck. I looked around me, noticing several things. First a talkative Redguard was telling me to head down to the docks, which I thought was quite nice of him to guide me, but I ignored him. Instead I went to the opening in the ship. I needed a drink so I attempted to bob my head down and thirstily lap up the water that I so desperately needed. To my great horror it seemed impossible though, as I smacked into what seemed like a wall. I held my hand up to my obviously broken nose, but the Redguard looked at me sympathetically.

�Sorry, no change to faces in this game�They had enough time developing the landscape.� He stated, nodding to himself. I thought his comment quite odd, but was happy that I was not going to get any uglier so I decided to leave it for later. I walked down the ramp, leaning my hands against the invisible wall for extra balance (I was scared of water you see.). A nice imperial man asked me where I came from, and I tittered slightly. I told him I obviously a Khajit and the strangest thing happened to me.

I suddenly shrunk, and now had to look up to the Imperial! I grumbled slightly, but was getting quite used to the strange things that were seamlessly linking together into a rather strange dream. I followed the imperial into the building, scurrying slower than usual. I must have been tired from the trip. I knocked on the door and the guard punched me in the back of the head, knocking me out. When I woke up I was in the building I had just tried to enter.

�Must be some secret lock or something�� I thought to myself, scurrying over to the bald monk. Being quite fresh into the outside world and only knowing other races from textbooks, I wondered how he could possibly have become so tall that he had grown through his hair. I dismissed this thought as he rambled on at me, in the end asking me what I did for a living. He said he could ask me random questions and then give me a random job (Whispering that I�d most likely get rogue) or he could blurt out the list of all the jobs�or I could tell him what I was good at, and make my own job up, and describe what it was. Smacking my forehead I grunted, finding it blindingly obvious which one was going to help me the most.

I told him I�d do it myself, and grabbed a piece of paper from the desk. I dipped the quill pen in the ink and started writing merrily on the page, my tongue sticking out slightly and playing with my whiskers. Half way through my 4th sentence I realised that I had not actually written anything at all! It was, in fact, invisible ink from the shores of mainland Morrowind. I groaned and enquired about this to the monk. He told me he had been waiting for me to realise, and now gave me a big board and loads of cards. They all had things on them and shuffled the 3 packs, wondering if these would actually give me magical skills.

I unwrapped the pack labelled combat and picked out athletics. This was a must, so I placed it in the first slot under the column of main abilities. I ran from one end of the room to the other, and immediately noticed the difference. I wondered what else I would like to be trained in, so opened the stealth pack. I rifled through them, clicking my tongue as I looked at them all. I picked out lock picking, mercantile and personality. I figured if anything could make me better with the ladies it was a sure-fire bet. I placed them in the slots, and opened up the magic pack. I looked through these, then snorted at the pointlessness of them. I threw the magic cards behind me and looked back through the combat cards. I picked out longsword and slipped that in as well.

I checked over the remaining cards and thought hard about what else I would need. I put armorer, shield, light armor, marksmanship and spear to one side. I scratched my head for a bit and put axe over there as well. I sliped armorer into the main abilities slot, then laughed. There was no space! It was either longsword, or armorer. I decided that I ned to actually have a sword that I can use or else I would never have to fix it. I threw axe behind me and slipped the others into minor abilities. I looked over them all, smiling, then frowned profusely. I looked up at the monk.

�Armorer and light armor are spelt wrong!� I insisted, banging my paw against the table and growling at him. The man laughed, and shook his head.

�I know. Sneaky beggars aren�t they? They put English version on the disc, then it�s actually American!� he cried, waving his arms around sporadically. I cocked my head at the odd words, but ignored them.

�Yes�.disc. Uh, well that�s my board thing.� I told him, introducing the board. I looked at it myself, and frowned again. �One moment please�� I mumbled, crawling onto the table and reaching the job title section. Next to it was many letters of the alphabet on small cards, so I picked some out.

After a bit of time I had managed to get �Khajit Warrior� mixed up as �With roar riKaj�. I cried out in anguish at the failed task, and rearranged them again. After several hours and broken cards I got Khajit warrior spelt out correctly. To my horror I looked down and saw a space for job description. I fell of the table from shock at this point, and banged my head. I righted myself and looked around for the alphabet pieces, then sighed on finding none.

The monk awoke with a start from his small nap and laughed gently.

�Aha. This is the bit where I write it with�real ink! All you have to do is say what I am to write.� he said kindly, picking up the board and magically making a quill appear in his hand. I sat cross legged on the table and recited�

�Khajitan Warriors, these chaps are the best Tamriel has to offer. Once defeating 20�no, 30 �.Ogrims with just 3 of their kind, they are revered across the kingdom.� I told him, waiting for him to finish. He dotted his is and crossed his ts, then looked up at me.

�How come I have never hea�?� he asked, but I cut him short.

�Shhhh, scribe�� I ordered him, motioning by putting my paw over my mouth. I continued. �These are without doubt the best looking Khajit ever in the history of Khajit kind, their massive muscles never groaning under any weight, always begging for a bigger challenge. These are the�bestest things in the world�.ever.� I concluded, then leapt off the table. The monk quirked a brow at my little speech, but finished off and handed me the scroll. I put it away in my pack and started to walk away from him.

�Don�t forget to pick up your scroll! And you now have an inventory!� the man blurted out, then slapped his hand across his mouth. �I mean�Good luck.� He corrected, grinning sheepishly. I walked up to the guard and he let me through, obviously unlocking the door through his mind. I walked up to it and pushed a small button labelled space on the doorknob, and continued into a dimly lit hallway. Nothing was of interest so I walked down to another closed door, pushing the button again and proceeding through.

I noticed a sort of bed, and buckets, and torches, and various bags. They were very muddy and brown, and were all piled on one another. I figured they must be full to the brim as they were all precise shapes, and none were draped over others. I looked in them and took what they had, putting them into my backpack. I could easily carry them all, but I didn�t stop there. I took the torches from the walls, and I even tried to take the bedroll. This was stuck down by the same glue substance I had found myself in earlier�so I pitied it.