Honey, where's my sword?

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An old Khajiit wants to go adventuring one last time. As he stares at his old armor, his mind goes through all of the memories he made as an adventurer. He misses that life, and now he is too old. Perhaps when his children visit him in the summer, he will give one his armor, and hope they carry out his legacy. Leader of the Thieve's Guild, Destroyer of the Dark Brotherhood, Thane of Nine Holds, these are all the things that mean the most to him. All of the friends he made, most of which now lay in a grave. All of the gold he made, now in the pockets of the citizens. All of the blood he spilled, now part of the dirt he walked on.