I sport the Imperial so that I could pretend to be one of them... and I can access their armory and gain their trust. When I actually work with the storm cloak... Ahaaa! They didn't see that coming, until one very night. My dagger was found on the dead corpse of the high general Tilus sleeping on his bed. --- a dream a day, a way to survive.
After trying to behead me for sneaking into Skyrim I vowed to bring the legion down single handedly. My quest for revenge ended in General Tulius being destroyed. Imperial Milk Drinkers are like Nazeem. Always stuffing themselves in the Thalmor's backside. --- --- Country-fried Gyroscope Jockstrap