Jiub

Oh, wait a moment. Here, I want you to have these before you go.

A pristine copy of my first volume. Only one in print, actually.

And take this as well. Seeing as Saint Jiub has ascended to pure spiritual form, I won't need it any longer.

Now, volume two begins! What else?

Finally! I never thought I'd see these again.

These pages meant the world to me. Thank you!

They tried me for murder, threw me on a prison ship and sent me to the jail in Vivec City.

Gave me a lot of time to think, that's for sure.

Exactly.

He got to my target first and called the guard to cover his tracks. By the time I got there, the place was on alert.

Walked right into a trap, and didn't even realize it until I was captured.

I finally bit off more than I could chew.

I was paid to assassinate some high-ranking official from House Redoran.

What I didn't know is someone had hired the Morag Tong to kill him as well.

I murdered others for money. And before you think I belonged to some romantic or secretive guild, think again.

I was simply an addict who needed money for skooma. The stuff wasn't cheap, and murder always seemed to be in demand.

That was a dark time in my life. I did a lot of things I ended up regretting.

Maybe that's why I worked so hard to redeem myself once I was freed.

Indeed I was. I hunted down and killed every last one of them. Took years.

The people of Morrowind were so grateful to have the roads safer again, they took to calling me "Saint Jiub" and then the other names followed.

After I was freed from prison, I decided to turn my life around. Give something back to the people of Morrowind.

It became quickly apparent that the best way I could help would be by wiping out the cliff racers.