“Are you a relative of one of the Riften dockworkers, Argonian?”
You tell the Nord with list of names your name and where you are from.
You are called Critter-Bait, and you are an Argonian runaway slave from Morrowind. You try to explain that this is nothing but a big misunderstanding; you were crossing the border from Cyrodiil when you ran into Ulfric and his soldiers. You were merely asking them for directions to the nearest town when you were all set upon by an Imperial ambush and captured.
The Nord with the list looks uncomfortable as you timidly explain your case, but the Imperial Captain doesn’t seem to care in the slightest about your misfortune.
“Captain. What should we do? He’s not on the list.” the male Bord says uneasily.
“Forget the list.” the Captain sneers. “He goes to the block.”
You visibly pale at this. You had hoped that these humans would be more understanding once you explained everything and they sa