Ah, J'zargo. He and I had the most exciting adventures together, venturing over hill and mountain, exploring crumbled ruins ridden with the undead, solving petty village squabbles, and not the least, slaying a great number of dragons. We'd grown close, almost like brothers, and I couldn't imagine delving into a dungeon or a cave without Khajiit guarding my back. And then it happened...
I had to break into a building, that I shall not name here, in order to complete an important mission. It was wrong, and I knew it, but it had to be done. J'zargo, although understanding what had to be done and joining me, had a quick change of mind several paces through the door, and stood firm. He wouldn't come with me, nor would he go back ...ever. He, then and there, decided to stand in the same place ...forever. No amount of prodding, pushing, or ordering around would change his mind. Fearing my loyal companion had become infested with the madness of Sheogorath, I chose to spare him this life of slavery. I slit his throat, and wept as I gathered my friend's belongings and completed my mission. So simply said, and yet, to do it is watching a nightmare unfold before your eyes.
R.I.P. J'zargo ...my friend, dragons could not fell you, but none can withstand the glitches of Tamriel.
