Living in a small Argonian village in Shadowfen; growing up with my mother. She always called me the young one, because I was the youngest of the children she watched over.
"Mother what are you cooking?", I asked. "Oh, your favorite. Argonian Stew my young one." She said, as she patted me on my head. I've always fancied her cooking and at times she shared with me some of her recipe's.
While she cooked she would tell me about the Hist. Though I looked down and said, "I don't know if I feel any connection to the Hist." She took her hand and brought up my face and looked into my eyes, "Someday