"That was my conclusion, as well. A woman came to me, asking for a potent sleeping potion for her husband. She wove a tale of a man cursed with insomnia, and I was young and foolish enough not to question. I mixed her a draught that would put anyone to sleep, deeply and for hours. It was my finest early achievement." He chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "She took the potion and went away, and three days later I was arrested as I described."

"I am a Saxhleel, but in the Imperial tongue we are called Argonians, yes."