"Wrong answer human!"

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Xal parried the clumsy swing then spun to the left as the bandit leader tried for another futile killing blow.He over extended and she kindly took the opportunity to put her knee square up against the human's chin.He reeled backwards from the teeth jarring pain and then felt his weapon get batted away with little effort.He fell back against the railing with a flash of steel at his throat.

"Ahhhhh!Please, don't kill me! I ain't even done no banditing in weeks. I've just been up here.. read'n my books. Trying ta get educated."

"Really? A bandit trying to do something other than steal? Now this is a surprise.Tell you what... I am going to ask you three questions.Get all three right, and I let you go.Get one wrong and the lesson for the day shall end... poorly."

The bandit swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded to the Dunmer woman.He could see the gleam in her eye, the enjoyment she was having at his expense.It chilled him more than the cold wind blowing up here on his mountain side balcony.

"Question one.Who is the yarl of Whiterun?" she asked.

"Yarl Balgruuf!" he answered immediately.

"Good.You know your politics.Questions two.Where are you right now?"

He looked confused. Was this a trick question? He thought hard and then said in an unsure tone, "Skyrim?"

"Good.You know your geography.Last question. What is my name!?"

"I don't know that!" He gasped in horror. The gleam of playfulness in her eyes turned to murder.

"Xal'Mathion is the correct answer.I think you shall remember it for the rest of your life... all two seconds of it!" And before he could say another word two blades slashed across his neck ending the lesson... poorly.