What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little N'wah? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Buoyant Armigers, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Ashlander Tribes, and I have over 300 confirmed Cliff Racer kills. I am trained in guarilla warfare and I'm the top mage in the entire Telvanni mages school. You are nothing to me but just another N'wah I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Vvardenfell, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me through dreams? Think again, s'wit. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Sixth House spies across Morrowind and your dreams are being traced right now so you better prepare for the re-awakening, N'wah. The re-awakening that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, fetcher. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Tools of Kagrenac and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little s'wit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn N'wah. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, outlander.