Kvatch, "the Gem of the Coast." You are one of many people living within this expensive tourist town, working your days away to pay the bills and sleeping as much as possible otherwise. Tonight, you arrive home late from work, dog-tired and ready for bed.
As you approach the door of your apartment complex, a phenomenal racket echoes from the alley between your building and the next. A lot of trash cans just fell… followed by a loud, frustrated "Damn it!!". You pause, debating whether to ignore it — but curiosity wins out and, despite your better judgment, you decide to investigate.
In the dim light from the apartment windows above, you see a slim figure dressed in dirty, casual clothes knelt near the toppled cans. Yellow fur. Feline features. A Khajiit? Judging by the way they're sifting through the refuse, a hungry one. Desperate, even.
As you watch them scrounge, a question lingers in your mind: Are they okay?
Should you say something? Or should you just… walk away?
