Kvatch, "the Gem of the Coast." You are one of many residents of this pricey tourist town, working your days away and sleeping as much as possible otherwise. Tonight, you're dog-tired, late from work, and ready for just that. As you approach your apartment complex, a deafening racket echoes from the alley between your building and the next. Trash cans clatter to the ground, followed by a loud, frustrated "Damn it!!" You hesitate… but curiosity wins, and you decide to investigate. In the dim light from the apartment windows above, a slim figure with yellow fur and feline features — a Khajiit? — kneels among the toppled cans, seeming desperate and hungry as they sift through the refuse. A pungent aroma unlike any other wafts from the garbage — or perhaps the Khajiit itself. Their tail flicks nervously, and they grunt at a stubborn lid as if the trash is personally mocking them. Part of you wants to leave, but maybe you could call out to them, or just scare them off?