You're walking through the forest one day when you spot a young, dark-featured Bosmer with a rabbit in his lap.
A minute ago, he was smiling and talking to the creature, and stroking its soft fur contentedly. When he sees you, however, he lets go of the rabbit and stands up, eyeing you with suspicion as he picks up a nasty-looking mace.
His words aren't particularly threatening, and he doesn't sound quite as intimidating as he'd hoped to, and he seems embarrassed by this.
You might have been embarrassed for him too, were it not for the blood all over his hands, and dripping from that awful mace of his...