D'Jango, or as the women like to call me, "Hey you...creepy Khajiit in the bushes...yes you!?"

Now i shall ink my paper with a small introduction. Firstly this one loves the skooma so much, as you can no doubt tell . . . . there is only one thing that can quell my insatiable lust for skooma and it is womb ahhhhh, and by womb ahhhh i mean women . . . . . . High Elf women to be more specific. They are gold in complexion and they are so tall like a big pile of gold, and always playing hard to get with D'jango, sending dog after me to see how athletic i am when i run for my life.
This one introduces himself as D'jango Sandwalker. The "D" is silent, just like this ones knife, and does seem to add a certain flare to what might as well have been a dull name.

Now kindly point this one out to the nearest stash of Skooma, as this one's tail begins to twitch.