On a sunny day in Rorikstead all was well and good for Karijjo, the Kajjit caravan protector. The only conflicts on the way to Rorikstead were a few wolves and a bandit, but nothing too hard for Karijjo.
Then the night fell and the sounds of swords clashing, shields breaking, and men and women screaming in fear riddled the night. At that moment Karijjo new it was an imperial attack. He raced to wake up the rest of the caravan, and tell them to run for their lives, as he would say and fight for the town.
As he fought in the night he had the upper hand because as a Kajjit he could see in the dark. But the imperials were much more plentiful and surrounded him and captured him.
