Once upon a time there was an Argonian thief named Hskor lost in the land of Skyrim. He was fortunate to find a job working for the various doctors of Skyrim. For you see Skyrim's doctors really hated their jobs since most of the injuries they treated usual invovled wild animal attacks or a beer bottle to the head so they didn't get paid much. They longed to have the cash to move south and live in the sunny lands of Cyrodil and blow their time on wenches and ale.

Then one day an adventurer came in to a doctors office with an arrow in his knee. His knee cap was shattered into a dozen peices The doctor removed the arrow and various bone fragments and recieved a large some of cash for the was an ancient law regarding surgery. For every fragment of bone a doctor had to remove they recieved an increased sum of money. The Doctors of Skyrim had found their salvation.

To their dismay few bandits shot people in the knee leaving them with only afew cases to treat and not enough for them all to move south to Cyrodil. Thats when they hired Hskor. For a sum of 20 Gold a knee cap Hskor would go out and stick arrows in random travellers knees before running off.

The doctor's of Skyrim where soon flooded with victims of Hskor's rampage and they made queit the haul. Soon enough more than half the doctor's, healers, and apothecaries in Skyrim had gone south to sunny beaches, hot women, and cold beer. Hskor meanwhile spent his gold on artic clothing, a pad in Whiterun, bitches, and blow.

The poor people of Skyrim were soon all limping, one or both legs painfully stiff. They cried out for a hero to save them from their plight.

The gods did answer with a strange bird man. Garrus he called himself and he bore a staff that screamed like thunder but struck with flaming steel. He said he came from Normandy and was waiting for a pick up. The people begged for his aide and he set forth, prowling the hills and by foot paths of Skyrim seeking the douche how kept putting arrows in people's knees.

He caught Hskor in the act, shooting an Imperial and a High Elf couple in the knees. He followed Hskor back to the doctor who would tend to their wounds. He saw first hand the crime of the Doctors and the Argonian. Furious he set up his strange staff and with two shots blew Hskor's legs off at the knee's.

The Argonian howled in pain as he lay bleeding on the floor with his doctor friend, pissing his pants. Garrus did force the doctor to give the couple their money back and then he busted the doctor's knees.

The people did celebrate the end of the vile knee shootings but before they could honor their hero, some guy called Shepard showed up in a flying cart and took Garrus away, saying something about calibrations.

No one in Skyrim ever saw Garrus again but all fear to shoot anyone in the knees anymore, because Hskor bleed out in about a minute.