Chapter 1: Genesis
Dar-Shavir smelled the poverty in this city. The stench of broken dreams and broken hearts. Many people had died here, some from sickness, most from giving up on living.
He watched as guards went door to door, demanding absurd taxes and fines. He laughed at their weakness. Their greed. They had their wealth, and these people had nothing, not even a hope. Not even the children played. He had to do something, and he thought he knew what.
The guards stopped at their horses, waiting before mounting. He took his chance, sneaking up behind them, inconspicuous as can be. The guard stepped into the stirrups, shifting his leg to throw his leg over. Shavir made his move, stepping forward just as the guard's leg came up, colliding with the Khajiit's face. He deftly reached out, slicing the coin purse from the man's belt, and grabbing it, while shouting in pain and flailing his other arm. He let himself fall to the ground on his stomach, hand with the purse under him. He slipped it inside his tunic and groaned. "Oh, no, I'm sorry sir!" He shouted, feigning submission and fear. The guard only spit on him and they rode away, muttering about "Filthy animals." He smiled and stood, not worried about the glob on his tunic. Who cared if your shirt was dirty when you could buy a new one?
He looked up and saw a young boy, Redguard, by the looks of it, though it might have been just an Imperial covered in the filth of this city, the damn city of Riften. He smiled and tossed the boy a coin, then offered his furred hand. "Come, lad."