I swear, Oblivion is something else. Here I am, escorting Martin and Jauffre to Cloud Ruler Temple when a wolf attacks Jauffre on his horse. Martin, before I could even blink, sends the damn wolf flying in a somersault with a frost attack before turning to me, absolutely beaming.

That would not be the last time Martin would stare at me smiling after brutally killing something on that trip. The man stared at me with an honest to Akatosh smile on his face while the horses stepped all over the bandit's corpse. It was beautiful.