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Fur'shai kneeled beside her. "That's... I'm sorry, I didn't know." He gently moved her hair away from her forehead and kissed it lightly. "No words can make things like this go away, but I guess I owe you my story now, don't I." he said, a kind, caring smile on his face, and with a sigh he started: "I never knew my parents. They told me my father was a nord, when Skyrim and High Rock still waged war over boundaries. His army was marching against a breton settlement and killed every one, but a innocent healer. I never knew why he spared her. Maybe it was love. Maybe he took her as his concubine. Maybe I'll never know, but what I know is that she was my mother. After my birth they hung both of them, calling it treason. Me, instead, they left for the wolves. I wouldn't be here, were it not for a couple of khajiit merchants who adopted and named me as one of their own. They took me back to Elsweyr and there I lived most of my childhood. That was, until bandits attacked our caravan and sold us to slavers. I was but a young lad serving cruel masters. One day, like any other I woke up early to serve breakfast for my master and found him bleeding on his bed, a girl stabbing him. Fool as I was, I rushed at her. She evade me gracefully, almost as a dancer. I was astonished when she revealed being from The Dark Brotherhood, and even more when she invited me to join. (...be continued...no, really, wait for it.)