He took a bottle of ale and served lizardisok
-There goes your ale! Now listen to the story of Hershan. Yes I know he's name's just like mine, no we're not relatives:
-he put a somewhat dark tone of voice and continued talking-Hershan was a rather ambitious boy, barely in his 20s, and yet with so much future. He was a khajit, and one that filled the stereotype: stealthy, thieve, assasin...
The thing is, when his parents died, he decided to travel to Skyrim, seeking power and fortune. Once there, he joined the most obvious guilds, the dark brotherhood and the thieves guild.
His words were convining and his dagger sharp, so he quickly rose in power and b ecame the leader of both guilds.
He thought that if he couldn't be emperor of tamriel, he could well be emperor of the underground. Thus, he created the shadow realm, the unification of all criminal organization of Skyrim under one flag.
The shadow realm was so powerful, that they got assasination contracts several times per day, although only a few were taken.
That's how the thane's housecarl, Lydia, was killed.
When Hershan knew what he had done, he strated to have nightmares that just wouldn't let him sleep, and his conscience was slowly consuming him.
He chose to leave for a while and left the shadow trhone in the hands of his right hand man, Loki. Needless to say, Loki betrayed him. He proclamed himself shadow king and declared Hershan as a trheat that had to be eliminated. Several assasins were sent after him, but he was nowhere to be found. He was considered dead, and never spoken of again.
A few years ago, a mysterious man in a black hood came to this tavern and spent the night. He asked me if I knew of any job he could use to get some coin and left. Before leaving he told mee his name and his story, and now I'm telling you.
He again changed his tone into the calm and inviting he had before.
-Now who's up for another orund of wine!