M'aiq knows much, tells some. M'aiq knows many things others do not.

M'aiq longs for a Colovian Fur Helm. Practical, yet stylish. M'aiq is very sad he does not have one.

M'aiq wishes he had a stick made out of fishies to give to you. Sadly, he does not.

M'aiq believes the children are our future. But he doesn't want them ruining all of our fun.

M'aiq thinks his people are beautiful. The Argonian people are beautiful as well. They look better than ever before.

Some people wish to throw their weapons. That seems foolish to M'aiq. If you hold your weapon, you only need one.

Some people want special bows that take too long to load and need special arrows called bolts. M'aiq thinks they are idiots.

Feet are for walking. Hands are for hitting. Or shaking. Or waving. Sometimes for clapping.

M'aiq prefers to adventure alone. Others just get in the way. And they talk, talk, talk.

People always enjoy a good fable. M'aiq has yet to find one, though. Perhaps one day.

So much easier to get around these days. Not like the old days. Too much walking. Of course, nothing stops M'aiq from walking when he wants.

M'aiq is glad he has a compass. Makes it easy to find things. Much better than wandering around like a fool.

Why would one want to swing a staff? A mace hurts more. Or a sword. Can't shoot a fireball from a sword, though.

I do not wish to fight on horseback. It is a good way to ruin a perfectly good horse... which is, to say, a perfectly good dinner.

Levitation is for fools. Why would we want to levitate? Once you are up high, there is nowhere to go but down.

It is good the people wear clothing. M'aiq wears clothing. Who would want to see M'aiq naked? Sick, sick people. Very sad.

I don't know why one would want to destroy a building. It takes time to make it. Much time.

I have seen dragons. Perhaps you will see a dragon. I won't say where I saw one. Perhaps I did not.

Werewolves? Where? Wolves? Men that are wolves? Many wolves. Everywhere. Many men. That is enough for M'aiq.