So, race chosen, dark elf. Sexy. After playing Oblivon for so long, the lack of facial construction terrifies me. Nevermind, I am male, so male I have chosen.
Into the building to speak with The nice old man with crooked voice. I tell him that I am a thief, with assassin like traits and he isn't bothered one bit, nice to see that the immigration system in Morrowind echoes that of the British Isles. Oh and Im also born under the shadow, because I was born with the uncanny ability to turn invisible. Awesome.
As the old man lets me go, with my papers in hand, I notice a nice yellow coloured plate thing on the bookshelf to the right. I decide to try my luck and grab it. "THIEF! HALT THIEF!" Oww my ears. Bad idea, its confiscated and my sorry dark elf bum is kicked out of the door faster than I can say cliff-racer.