I was hoping someone could speak to Fortune on my behalf. I'm a cobbler you see, and I know Fortune has an open spot in his tradehouse. Unfortunately, he refuses to give me a chance. Something about bad luck. Convince him of my worth, and I'll make you a fine pair of boots.

I used to live in Windhelm. Worked on the docks with the other Argonians. Our boots would be falling apart by the end of the month, so I started repairing them myself, then the shoes of my fellow dockworkers. Word got around to the Nords, and suddenly I was widening their hunting boots instead of unloading ships. This work was easier on my body, so I stuck with it.

To Oblivion with it then. I don't need Fortune. One of these days his luck is going to run out.