"You were framed? That's a new low for the Imperial guard," Sovor said with a wry smile. "As for myself... you are right when you assume it was bad. Much like yourself, I was attempting a burglary. The occupant of the house woke up and attacked me and, well... let's just say he's become good friends with the worms by now. It was an accident, ancestors be my witness, but I'll still be here for a long time." The Dunmer fiddled with the remaining fingers of his left hand, looking at the ground. "Never should have left Vvardenfell." 

He looked up when he heard movement from above. A quick glance at Stef confirmed that she'd heard it as well. Tilting his head, Sovor could make out an old man's voice: "My sons... they're dead, aren't they?" 

Younger voices responded, including a woman's, but Sovor couldn't make out what they were saying. Shadows flickered on the walls in the corridor and a group of people descended into view; three armored shapes, carrying torches and weapons, and an old man in a [i]very[/i] fancy robe. 

"What's going on? This cell is supposed to be empty!" one of the soldiers said. Sovor took a few steps back from the gate, his gaze flickering between all four of them. "Oh, I do apologize," the Dunmer said with a grin. "I wasn't aware. If you'd just unlock that gate, I'll be out of your way in no time."