M'Lords, please...the church have now started sending their goons after me to stop me from showing the people how corrupt they have become. After being turned away from them for having no money, I spoke out against the corruption, and they threw me from the church. They even had people beat me.
I'm just a lowly beggar, my wife...she supported us from her adventuring. She saw something in me that noone else did.
**sobs uncontrollably**
And now she lies dying and I am powerless to help her.

Cheer up, you can assuage your loss by singing yourself to sleep with the Loch Tay Boat Song:

1.When I've done my work of day, And I row my boat away,
Doon the waters o' Loch Tay, As the evening light is fading,
And I look upon Ben Lawers, where the after glory glows,
And I think on two bright eyes, And the melting mouth below.
She's my beauteous nighean ruadh, She's my joy and sorrow too.
And although she is untrue, Well I cannot live without her,
For my heart's a boat in tow, And I'd give the world to know
Why she means to let me to, As I sing horee, horo.

2.Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, Has more glamour I declare
Than all the tresses rare, `Tween Killin and Aberfeldy.
Be they lint white, brown or gold, Be they blacker than the sloe,
They are worth no more to me, Than the melting flake o' snow.
Her eyes are like the gleam, O' the sunlight on the stream,
And the song the fairies sing, Seems like songs she sings at milking
But my heart is full of woe, For last night she bade me go
and the tears begin to flow, As I sing ***-ree, ***-ro


Listen to the Corries most beautiful version of this song.

I have realized we are just toys to the gods. They donnot care for us, look at is what is going on in the world. Stolen sweetolls, poison arrows to the knees, anchors from the sky, beggars beaten by the church.
Mages going mad, or outright dying. Tamriel being invaded by foriegn lands, the Knahaten Flu.
All around you, you can see this.
Or maybe you can't. I've not lived in your shoes, so you may not see how the world is coming to be.
I will just accept this fate and will just join her in death, for compassion seems in short order in Nirn these days.

Perhaps you are right, friend. Perhaps in my haste to judge, I have neglected that compassion is as much a mandate of the divines as constancy. In doing so, I have forgotten that we mortals are often the hands and feet of the divines, and in refusing to help you, I am no different than the so-called priests who beat you.

Therefore, as prudence is also prized by Zenithar, I shall send the gold you need, but not to you. I shall pay your wife's fee at the temple, provided that you do one thing: you must work to repay the debt. Along with the gold, I shall send a letter to the priests that they are to employ you to whatever capacity you are fit for, until such time as your wife has recovered fully.

If the priests do not accept this offer, or wrong you any further, tell me straightway, and I shall speak to them myself. I can be quite persuasive in reminding them of their duty to the divines.

No! I implore you to turn from this path! The daedra will only bring you more suffering, in this life and for all eternity!

There is always the option of a...darker... path should you choose to follow it. Remember that Sithis sees all and takes care of his children.