Hello everyone!

Some of you here know my character Lothran very well already. But for those of you who don´t, here´s an introduction of him.
--------------
When imperial troops went into Morrowind to make it a province to the empire, Lothran did not like the lack of resistence from his fellow kinsmen. He hated the empire and what they did to his land so he decided something had to be done, but what? There was no point fighting a guerilla war in Morrowind as the numbers of soldiers would only increase. No, the best way is to take a stab at its core; in Cyrodiil!
Said and done. After a few months Lothran found himself in the heart of the empire and although he did like the land, he knew he had a job that needed to be done. He made his way past Cheydinhal without entering the town and after a night with heavy rain he finally reached the Imperial City. Soaked as he was he entered the first inn he came to, the All-Saints Inn.
He ordered up a few mugs of ale and sat down at an empty table, hoping to dry up a bit. He usually did not drink too much but he was now wet, tired and somewhat angry about the whole thing. If the empire had left his land alone he wouldn´t have been in this foreign land in the first place!
As it turned out, Lothran had one too many drinks that night. His tongue started to slip and he began boasting about his "true, heroic reason for coming to Cyrodiil", that he "wanted to bring it all down!"
A guard who sat not too far away heard every word the strange Dunmer said and before he really understood what happened, Lothran found himself in a cold, dark dungeon. And to top it off he was still wet! But at least his new clothes were dry, the clothes of a prisoner.
As he sobered up, Lothran began to think about his situation. What could he ever hope to accomplish here? His first night in a strange land and he was already in prison!
As he was slowly beginning to abandon his quest for imperial destruction, he could hear footsteps approaching his cell...