Nords' armor has lots of furs. This sometimes makes M'aiq nervous.

I didn’t choose to be a Vampire. But the way I see it, it’s a gift.

Weak. He’s weak. You're strong. Crush him!

Weak. He’s weak. You're strong. Crush him!

I am sworn to carry your burdens.

As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved--

You won't get the best of me!

By the order of the Jarl, stop right there! You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people, what say you in your defense?

Dragons were never gone. They were just invisible and very, very quiet.

If you wish to be a true Nord, follow the call of the blood.

What is better—to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?

I didn’t choose to be a Vampire. But the way I see it, it’s a gift.

I am sworn to carry your burdens.

My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?

You know what's wrong with "Skyrim" these days? Everyone is obsessed with death.

I didn’t choose to be a Vampire. But the way I see it, it’s a gift.

By the order of the Jarl, stop right there! You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people, what say you in your defense?

We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone. For the Age of Oppression is now nearly done. We'll drive out the Empire from this land that we own. With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.

You picked a bad time to get lost, friend!

An Amulet of Mara? I'm surprised someone like you isn't spoken for yet.

Weak. He’s weak. You're strong. Crush him!

Something strange happens to Khajiit when they arrive in Skyrim.

Nords' armor has lots of furs. This sometimes makes M'aiq nervous.

It does not matter to M'aiq how strong or smart one is. It only matters what one can do.

We drink to our youth, for days come and gone, For the Age of Aggression is just about done. We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own-- With our blood and our steel, we will take back our home.

Once M'aiq got into trouble in Riften, and fled to Windhelm. It is good that nobody there cared.

M'aiq knows much, and tells some. M'aiq knows many things others do not.

I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.

For the love of Talos, shut up and lets get this over with.

M'aiq knows much, and tells some. M'aiq knows many things others do not.

We drink to our youth, for days come and gone, For the Age of Aggression is just about done. We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own-- With our blood and our steel, we will take back our home.

Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll.

You’re mine! All mine!

An Amulet of Mara? I'm surprised someone like you isn't spoken for yet.

You won't get the best of me!

By the order of the Jarl, stop right there! You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people, what say you in your defense?

M'aiq knows much, and tells some. M'aiq knows many things others do not.

A man without doubts is a man without a conscience.

It does not matter to M'aiq how strong or smart one is. It only matters what one can do.

Once M'aiq got into trouble in Riften, and fled to Windhelm. It is good that nobody there cared.

Hey, you. You're finally awake.

Some say Alduin is Akatosh, some say M'aiq is a Liar. Don't you believe either of those things.

Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me!

I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.

You picked a bad time to get lost, friend!

Let me guess, someone stole your sweetroll.

Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell.

You know what's wrong with "Skyrim" these days? Everyone is obsessed with death.

M'aiq saw a mudcrab the other day. Horrible creatures.

Let’s go to Windhelm. I’m sure Jorleif wants to see us.