In a province somewhere in Tamriel, you've been stuck in a dank, dirty dungeon cell for who knows how long. You shake your chains at a rat scurrying across the stone floor into the pockets of a fellow cell-mate sleeping off a bottle of contraband ale. The rat scuttles back out with three lockpicks in its tiny rodent maw, and drops them next to you. Your first attempt breaks immediately in the padlock cylinder. Growling, you pick up the second lockpick and try again.