What in the name of Talos did you just shout at me, you milk-drinker? I’ll have you know I am the greatest warrior in all of Tamriel, and I've led numerous raids on the Imperial City and Thalmor forces, and killed over 300 dragons. I am trained in the ways of the Voice, and I am the deadliest with a dagger of all the assassins that ever served the Dark Brotherhood. You are nothing to me but another whisper from the Night Mother. I’ll find you and consume your soul. You think you can hide behind your Dwemer-like communication device? Think twice on that, peasant. As we speak I am contacting my secret networks of thieves, assassins, werewolves, vampires, and mages across Skyrim and your exact location is being tracked right now so you better get ready for the Thu'um, horker. The kind of shout that destroyed High King Torygg. You’re my clan's next meal, fool. I can ride anywhere, in any province, and can tear you apart you in over nine thousand ways, and that's just with my voice. Not only am I the best with a knife, but I have several guilds at my beck and call and I’ll do anything to erase you from the face of Nirn. If only you had a fortune teller to let you know what Daedric wrath your crimes have incurred, you might not have said a word. But you didn't, you couldn't, and now you will pay the ultimate toll, you skeever hole. I’ll shout fire at you and you will get burned. You’re my dinner now.