His...
SPEECH CRAFT has improved.
Monsters: *GASP!*
Bandit: That's right. Before you know it, he'll be getting great deals at the shops and chatting up the bar maids within days. It'll only be a matter of time before he'll be winning debates and persuading the locals into his favor.
Evil Mage: Whatever will we do?!!
Bandit: We train. We improve. We won't stop until we have twice as much health and can murder this silver-tongued troublemaker in a matter of seconds. He wont be able to chug potions as fast as we can beat him down. Is everyone with me?!
ALL: *Cheers*
*A Thug comes running in a panic*
Thug: It's the *gasp* Dragonborn... *wheeze*
Bandit: By the Nine! What is it now?
Thug: He's been lockpicking... AND pickpocketing!
*A Highwayman screams and feints to the ground.*
Bandit: We have no other choice... We must strive to become like gods. We must prepare ourselves until we are all but invincible. It is our only hope to survive this Dragonborn harbinger of doom...

