I let the man roam freely at first, I thought he was just a friend and would go away. Then he started coming to my house and I wouldn't take that. I waited until mjoll was alsleep then headed downstairs to where I saw the fucker lollygagging around. I was a fucking grandmaster rogue then and could have snuck up behind him and ended it there. No, I stabbed him once, twice, three times until he was bleeding to death and begging for life. Then I unholstered my Nightingale bow and drew it back with a glass arrow as far as I could. That thing whizzed through the air and punctured his head glueing it to the wall. The glorious squelching noise and his last whimpers of death filled me with unfathomable satisfaction and relief. I then proceeded upstairs, and looked at my wife and picked her pockets. It was a good night.