Snilf

Sure, sure. I'm a dirty beggar... why would you want to even speak to me.

To Oblivion with all of you! You rich piles of dung walking by us like we're not there! Pretending we don't exist! How dare you!

You think you know pain? Do you!? Try watching your wife and daughter burn alive after they've been ravaged by brigands! That's pain, my friend.

Edda... she's crazy as a loon, but at least she doesn't have the mind to realize what a horrible world this is. She's the lucky one.

Just leave Riften. Go far, far away and never return. This place is nothing but a rotten, stinking corpse that's sat in the sun far too long.