The Dungeon

My name is Rancid Da'Skka and again I sit in the Imperial City dungeon because of greed. Foul thing! And fouler still in the blasted Dunmer in the cell opposite, Valen Dreth I think he's called. He's been down here beneath the castle walls for years and he's quite mad. All he ever does is shout obscenities and insult inmates and guards. Still at least he takes care of the rat problem. Dark elves will eat anything!
There are no luxuries in a dungeon but at least I have quill and paper to record these miserable days. If not Id be as crazed as the Dunmer. The worst thing about being here, at least for an Argonian like myself, is that this wretched hole is so close to Lake Rumare and I can hear the sounds of mudcrabs sloshing around and smell the beautiful marsh reeds which line some of Cyrodiil's waters. Sheer torture for a water loving race like mine!
But enough! I shall take myself away from thoughts of lakes and rivers. I shall be free again in some months ahead, free to swim and roam the lands. I must try to join the Fighter's Guild too as I believe this is the best way to build up enough fighting experience to get me in to fight in the Imperial City's Arena. Its not usually my races way of living but for me its the ONLY way. Champions of the Arena live fantastic lives after the blood is washed away. Admirers and fine wines await the brave!
So after my enforced stay here, I will make my way to Chorrol in the morth~west and speak to Vilena Donton, one of the Guild's Masters. I should get in quite easily because im no stranger to blade or battle axe which combined with my stealth makes for a deadly Argonian should one be inclined to further mould me into a disciplined fighter. My deeds in the Fighter's Guild will make for a grand background story for when I enter the Arena!
Happy days are ahead, I can feel it in my scales....