Caught along the western edge of Whiterun Hold by our Nord friend Skegglund Stormcloak, this caged blight on the provinces of Skyrim and Wrothgar is an unwashed mongrel brute and known bedfellow of hagravens. Praying to Daedra and Witchmen, scarred by infected tattoo and ritual markings, Cagarach was ready and willing to accept a knot of poisoned briars for a heart, in order to master invincibility in battle. Yet here he sits, spitting at us and wallowing in his filth. The smell from the armor would make a troll's eyes water. But the clan makings and primitive stitching require further inspection.