I have been playing a Khajiit in the Daggerfall Covenant and have been getting some griefe over his name. That being said I do realize that Has no Scales is an Argonian name. I also understand that traditionally Khajiits and Argonians are not and have not really been on the best of terms. To top it off he is fighting for a faction that is fighting against both Khajiits and Argonians. However there is a logical explanation for all of this.
One day an Argonian sorceress named Has no Sense found the bodies of two dead Khajiit laying just on the border of Blackmarsh. She was going to leave as she wasn't a necromancer and couldn't bring them back to life (the idea of Khajiit Zombies running around Blackmarsh didn't seem like a good idea to her anyway). As she turned to leave she noticed a small tail sticking out from under a bush not sure if it belonged to something alive or dead, quickly she stomped on it to see if it would move. A yowl that scared her very badly emanated from the bushes so she quickly pulled the little beast up by the tail and raised it so she could look at it eye to eye, the whole while the Khajiit child was struggling and yowling very loudly, wanting to put an end to the fight she decided to drop it in her bag to spare herself it's claws.
When she arrived home her husband, a big lumbering brute namd Leaves no Trace, dumped the contents of her sack on the table expecting to find some dinner in there.
"What is this?!" he exclaimed
"It's our new child" she replied
"Have you no sense, he has no scales!" he bellowed "He is a Khajiit!"
"That's a good name." she replied as she busied herself making it a place to sleep
"What's a good name?" Leaves no Trace said Confused
"Why Has no Scales of Course" she said looking at him a little bewildered herself
After another few hours of arguing with Has no Sense, Leaves no Trace realized he was doomed to raise a cat so he went to bed.
As Has no Scales grew up he realized he did not look like his parents at all. They had beautiful shiny scales and all he had was a covering like a skeever. Then one day he asked his father about this.
"Father, why do I have no scales?"
"Because your mother has no sense" he stated in a matter of fact way
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You see your mother dabbles in magic every now and again and one of her spells backfired and turned you into a cat" He said
Has no Scales looked at his father wanting to question him more but he decided it was for the best to let the subject drop. He believed his father after all why would anyone lie about that? He wasn’t mad at his mother who was always kind and had gone blind and mostly deaf over the years. So at least now he knew what had happened.
As the years went by news of the troubles from across Tamriel mad it to the small family and just before the Has no Scales 20th birthday his father pulled him aside.
“Son the world is a dangerous place just now but it could get better one day.” He said as he led Has n Scales outside.
“It’s true that it’s illegal for the Dunmer to enslave us, but they still despise us and would enslave us again if they could. The Highelves of the Dominion are no better because far too many of them think themselves better than all and they would grind all of the species of the world under their heel if they could.” He looked at his son a with a half-smile.
“What can we do about it?” Has no Scales asked worried about what the answer would be.
“Travel to Daggerfall join the covenant and help them defeat those who would enslave us.” After he was done speaking Leaves no Trace opened a small shed behind their hut revealing a suit of armor and two swords “Take these and go.” He said with a twinge of sadness in his voice
“But you will be alone, with mother dead and me gone.” Has no Scales Protested.
“I will be fine I am just an old Argonian no one will bother me here and it will do me good to know you are safe. “
“I am not going!” Has no Scales protested.
Anger shot across Leaves no Trace’s face as he gave Has no Scales a mighty whack with his tail. “You will go, and there you will be safe. Come inside eat dinner and sleep you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”
The next morning Has no Scales woke up early he wanted to go hide before his father could make him leave but the hut was empty. Leaves no Trace was nowhere to be found. There was a note on the Table and a small bag.
Son,
The time for you to leave has come. The bag contains 650 Septims to help you on your journey. You can als take my horse Runs like Honey .Be safe, and when the fighting is over come back for a visit.
Signed
Leaves no Trace.
P.S. Be careful when trading with Khajiits they cannot be trusted
Knowing he had no other choice Has no Scales Put on his armor took his gold and set out for Daggerfall.
And that is why there is a Khajiit with and Argonian name fighting for the Daggerfall Covenant
That which we obtain to cheap we esteem to lightly, it is dearness only that gives everything its value.
-Thomas Pain