Friends. Family. We have gathered 'roud today to pay our last respect to a much loved man.Ambushed. Butchered. Slaughtered. By Imperial soldiers in a last try to get back at the rebels; by taking down their strongest warrior. We could have handed him over to Ulfric but only a few days ago, Ka'Jael came up to me because he wanted to confess something to me. These are the last words he spoke to me: "I am not made for war. I was crowned their champion but I was never truly part of their cause. They called me the main vein of their rebellion but I never felt like I was fighting for the liberty of Skyrim. I felt like I was fighting myself. Fighting to find out why I left Leyawiin in the first place. But I think I found it, here. In the Cistern. I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate this... family." He was on leave. He was on his way home to Windhelm. Murdered in cold blood, a pointless revenge. We have gathered 'roud today to say our last goodbyes to a master thief, a golden glass warrior but most of all, we are saying our goodbyes to a dear friend. Ka'Jael Sheth. In the name of Nocturnal, may you rest in the shadows.
- Brynjolf on behalf of Ka'Jael 'Stormblade' Sheth
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