"Beep! Beep! Beep!" "Thud!" Ri'matal shoved his alarm clock off its stand. 6 A.m, another crappy day freezing his ass off. The Khajiit pulled on his clothes, and stumbled out of his Bruma apartment. There was traffic backed up all over the city. This made Ri'matal glad that he walked.
Things had been different since Chancellor Matello had allowed cars into the formarly pedestrianized cities. Ri'matal pushed the thought into the back of his head. He hated politics, ironic considering his job: Imperial Commerce Officer. Seated in his office at the commerce complex, he settled down for a long, boring day in this icy hellhole.
11 A.M: Clocking out. Ri'matal had the morning shift, so the afternoon and evening were his. He started back to his apartment. Nothing on TV, as usual. Just some nonsense about a gang of Argonian thieves. Ri'matal sighed. Even in this day and age, there was still beastfolk stereotypes. These guys weren't helping.
Again, this is just a rough idea. I might have a couple of stories in this period if I get decent feedack. Tell me what you think!